Yung Thez - $teppa Lyrics

Nigga yeen really no Steppa
Run up on me and get smoked like some pressure
Bitch if it's up then it's stuck
Them niggaz you with they ain't even gone help ya
Cappin on all of your records
Everyone know that ya soft as a feather
I'm bout my green like the Celtics
I got my foot on they neck like a wrestler
Nigga yeen really no steppa
Nigga yeen Nigga yeen really no steppa
S/O the plug for the extras
Mane you lil niggaz be salty like pretzels
Winning so I keep a Metal
Nigga you know yeen really no stepper

Young nigga hot as the Devil
I got this drip on a whole nother level
Fly like I got some propellers
I got these double Gs all on my sweater
I do not f*ck with no rats but you know a young nigga chasing that Cheddar
I do not f*ck with no rats but you know a young nigga chasing that Cheddar
I gotta pack right now
I gotta sack right now
I do not go back and forth on the internet
I'll get you smacked right now
That shit that you talking ain't adding up
You'll get subtracted right now
My hood on my back right now
Put My hood on the Map Right Now
It really ain't no Competition like I brung a 392 to a turtle race
If I ever come up on some pints of that purp
Ima either call Rachii or Dirty Face
One day I showed my bitch so much cash that she didn't even know what to say
Niggaz be out here shooting shots at thots someone tell them boys put the gun away
Foreign lil bitch and her head so deadly
Her name in my phone under Murder Face
I ain't the type that's gonna beef over hoes especially if she want me anyway
Umph
F*ck what a hater say
These niggaz ain't seeing me anyway
I Roll up that gas and I meditate
I Heard yo bit ride the Dick like a Interstate
If you get a bag and turn up the swag
These bitches gone f*ck with the quickness
I'm on my grizzly like Memphis
I'm finna bussdown my wrist & my dentures
Stay with the Bullshit like Pippen
33 on me I shoot with precision
You niggaz smoking on midget
I'm smoking shit that might f*ck up ya vision
Big booty bitch from the Delta
That lil bit gone do whatever I tell her
I gotta plug out in Cali if you send the Addy that nigga gone mail em
Told yo bit go check the weather
Got so much drip she gone need an umbrella
Pull up with sticks in a Tesla
You gone get cooked like some hamburger helper

Nigga yeen really no steppa
Run up on me and get smoked like some pressure
Bitch if it's up then it's stuck
Them niggaz you wit they ain't even gone help ya
Cappin on all of your records
Everyone know that ya soft as a feather
I'm bout my green like the Celtics
I got my foot on they neck like a wrestler
Nigga yeen really no steppa
Nigga yeen Nigga yeen really no steppa
Nigga yeen really no steppa
Nigga yeen Nigga yeen really no steppa
S/O the plug for the extras
Mane you lil niggaz be salty like pretzels
Winning so I keep the Metal
Nigga you know yeen really no steppa