Lyrics Steppin - Supa Dupa Humble, Mills Supreme

Steppin

Yeah, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
'Cause I'm steppin' on my toes, but I don't stop
I make flips out of my flops
My swag drippin' out my socks
With the crips so I don't pop
Plus I am your pops
'Cause your mom just let me pop
And I got the top
Boy I left that pussy hot
Gave her hella cock, shot it up
Like that pussy black and I'm a cop
Watch that pussy drop
Hop back In the whip, took off
Swerving down the block
World Trade Center I am not
But I'm blowing up like ISIS
'Cause I am the nicest
Baby girl, ya MCM go two ways like a sidekick
I see my future booming
Nigga I am a psychic
People don't wanna see me bus
Tell den please don't fight it
Light it
Way way way
All my bitches down in Jay-a-ay
Dont play-ay-ay
Pull up wit the dutty A-K-K
And spray-ay-ay
Make you dance and do the nae-nae-nae
And yo no sé, they only know me by my AKA
Supa Dupa, with the Koopa Troopa’s
Dem mon dem nuh fraid fi shoot ya (Rrah)
Shelling make an atheist go worship Buddha (Rrah)
Call my nigga 'Haha Davis' boy you finna die
I am not the guy, 'cause I'm stepping on my
Steppin' on my, steppin' on my
Steppin' on my, steppin' on my
Steppin' on my, steppin' on my
But I don't stop
Yeah, look
Stepping on my toes but I don't yell
I got ya hoe and I don't tell
Look I don't know and I don't care
I just run through the money
Like I'm Zoey Dollaz yeah
Look God my flow, whoa
Like a cup of Folgers for the ear
Ok now stop it
You ain't all that so stop it
All this swag in my genes
And I ain't talking 'bout pockets
Niggas is swagga jackin'
They wondering where to cop it
She tell me that she love me
I step back harder than Harden
Now I'm out here stepping on 'em
Stepping on 'em, stepping on 'em
Stepping on 'em, stepping on 'em
Stepping on 'em, stepping on 'em
But I don't stop