Lyrics Suckas for Stepping Stones - Chris Crack

Suckas for Stepping Stones

Had your bitch at the Travelodge nigga, on god
Cutta what up?
Ah, disrespect was all the closure I needed
I can’t beat it
Told a friend come and meet me cause she tired of the teasin'
Grab da wheel like Jesus
Im in the three seated beama
With two Ginas got a pam at the crib tho
Now I jumped in the benzo you better ditch your friends tho
I had to fix the tempo and she had her own weed
And two .40s she pulled them out like she was hordin'
Kinda past being corgil I can’t afford it it ain’t important
But this ale is important signature forging
When it come to getting money you niggas is tortoise
And his baby mommy ugly as Bobby Portis and over 40
That’s really another story giving game to a shorty
Ayo missy I miss you mane I haven’t seen you
Y- Y- you be going all out of town
You got coons calling asking about skin and all this old stuff man (hol Up,
hol up, hol up, hol up)
That was my son
One problem about me I don’t have a problem slapping no kid, I Don’t
He 5 years old
Okay?