Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Steppas(freestyle), artist - Scotty CainDate of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Steppas(freestyle) |
| 23 forever |
| OG forever |
| YMWRMF bitch we stepping on shit |
| He pull up with a knife, if he try then we popping your top, he can’t go to the |
| shop cause he dead |
| He ain’t thinking right, shit |
| His head must be tight, we gone blow that bitch off a his head |
| He say he got steppas, we catch and blow out they spine, you know that shit |
| take out the legs |
| We ready to clip thru some roster, you think you a rockstar, this choppa gone |
| cut off your dreads, yeah |
| I’m outta my mind, Percocets in my body, you know I be full of them meds |
| But I be quick to draw down, make a pussy lay down, We done filled a bitch |
| nigga with lead |
| Up with the choppa and aim where his mouth at |
| Bitch we gone make you regret what you said |
| Slinging that iron, for the dracos and nines, bitch you get outta line we gone |
| take off your head |
| Yeah |
| Bitch just called me like she just seen an opp |
| I’m like bitch well you know how to play it |
| Go get his number while he in the car, .40 blow off his jaw while you giving |
| head |
| I know that my Opps be pussy, I catch em they dying, they say if you scared, |
| you dead |
| My Youngin come spin on a Bmx bike |
| And he got a shooter with him on the peds |
| My steppa been creeping for weeks, bitch we on every street, we gone find where |
| you stay at |
| Come thru yo door, while you getting some sleep |
| Leave you all on the sheets, blow your brains on the bed |
| Nobody body gone leave, everybody gone bleed, we don’t talk to police, |
| we don’t speak to the feds |
| Bitch I bang 23, double M fuck with me, Static clutchin that 30 stick, |
| Ready to spread |
| Bitch we don’t sleep on the Opps |
| Get a drop and we creeping with chops |
| We got the key to the locks |
| Or we bust that bitch open with Glocks |
| We be clutching that pole, we gone pop if he trip he gone drop |
| 23 sending shots |
| Ima twist your ass up when I blow with that stick, they have to take you outta |
| knot |
| We wet this shit up like a mop |
| He say that it’s up, when we catch em he drop |
| Nigga how many shots you got? |
| A lot |
| Nigga how the fuck is you gone talk with no top |
| I heard that lil' boy tryna plot |
| Hop out, put that bitch in a box |
| Shots from the drac knock his face in the rocks |
| We smoking on dead niggas, choking on opps |
| Bring that bit close and I bang |
| Niggas just hating, his face got caught in the Glock |
| We wit the gang, play with my mans bitch we come and get at ya momma |
| We got them K’s |
| Dracos and big bitches, they been kin to Osama |
| My lil' shooter come zip you for a couple zips, and just just for the work I |
| give him a few dollars |
| Give him a few commas, he aim at your collar |
| My nigga slide thru and he bussing that choppa |
| Long range, and get close to his noggin don’t matter gone burner the lil' bitch |
| just like lobster |
| Say you got a problem, my rifle gone solve em |
| Gone blow your shit if you think you a robber |
| 3 to the face this a pair of air Prada |
| We gone send that lil' fat mouthin bitch to the doctor |
| We gone walk up and shhh his ass |
| I just got a nine and the peg at the front make it silent |
| And that bitch you been cuffing, the whole gang be done hit her |
| I used to pass he to my partner |
| When I see a opp, I be tryna take off, nigga pass the rock and show you how I’m |
| rocking |
| Pop off at the mouth, we pop you like a willy, pop you like a perky, |
| pop you like a molly |