Steppers

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby] You be talkin' 'bout me to the niggas run with you Then see me out and dick suck and now them boys uncomfortable Now all the real steppers up your blick in this bitch Every nigga I don't like gettin' stripped in this bitch Huh? Ayy (Helluva made this beat, baby) Hmm [Chorus: Skilla Baby] Now all the real steppers up your blick in this bitch I hope a bitch nigga get pistol-whipped to this shit Every nigga I don't like gettin' stripped in this bitch Any sudden move, boy, you gettin' hit with this blick, bitch Every nigga in here jack shit and take hits My lil' nigga whack shit, he don't wanna take pics If you wanna beat that body, then you better hirе Blake, jit My lil' niggas bake shit, you bettеr send that pape', bitch [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] Every nigga in here with me clique and catch bodies If I tell 'em I don't like you, then you gettin' stretched probably Simple math, subtract niggas, it ain't shit to solve a problem And if you hidin' and I want you, I'm puttin' this shit on your mama And if you wanna be around the gang, catch a body, nigga Hop up in that striker with me, we them young niggas 'round the city Catch him out and hit him, kill everything with him Oh, they pissed? Have my lil' nigga sic 'em No kizzy, every time I go slide, my lil' niggas go with me We be huntin' shit, hop out, bustin' shit around the city I get busy, I can't let a nigga trick me, this shit tricky I don't want no borin' gun, I want a fully or a switchy, bitch, I'm picky [Chorus: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley] Now all the real steppers up your blick in this bitch I hope a bitch nigga get pistol-whipped to this shit Every nigga I don't like gettin' stripped in this bitch Any sudden move, boy, you gettin' hit with this blick, bitch Every nigga in here jack shit and take hits My lil' nigga whack shit, he don't wanna take pics If you wanna beat that body, then you better hire Blake, jit My lil' niggas bake shit, you better send that pape', bitch (Oh, yeah) [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby] Ayy, Glocks in the air, Glocks in the air (Talkin' 'bout 9s, 40s, four-fives, put them bitches in the air) Shots at his hair, we don't send shots in the air (Bah, bah) Chops in the air, chops in the air (AKs, Dracs, nigga, ARPs, nigga, what up?) Try to box in this bitch and get you boxed like some squares (Bah) Got money, but they bitches, catch 'em slippin', take that Rollie off (Give me that) He been talkin' crazy, but he hidin', what his homie cost? (Okay) Bitch, we from the D, we don't say taco, duck your Coney dog (Bah) Thought he was a demon, Skilla nailed him to the holy cross (Pussy-ass) My niggas be on street shit (Yeah), headshot, sleep quick (Yeah) Cook up all the beef shit (Yeah), crime in the D shit (Oh, yeah) These niggas really dumb enough to go against some millionaires (Okay) I'm talkin' they catch you in Somerset and they gon' kill you there (Brr, huh?) [Chorus: Skilla Baby] Now all the real steppers up your blick in this bitch I hope a bitch nigga get pistol-whipped to this shit Every nigga I don't like gettin' stripped in this bitch Any sudden move, boy, you gettin' hit with this blick, bitch Every nigga in here jack shit and take hits My lil' nigga whack shit, he don't wanna take pics If you wanna beat that body, then you better hire Blake, jit My lil' niggas bake shit, you better send that pape', bitch [Outro: Tee Grizzley] Bitch, we from the D, we don't say taco, duck your Coney dog