F.O.E Shawn The Don - Certified Steppas (feat. F.O.E. E Skrilla)

Stay in your lane, we don't do all That disrespecting
You can't look me in my eyes with These Gucci frames on the sunny
Day look in the sky, so they turn To some shades
Yeah, F-O-E, Shawn The Don, a Real Certified stepper

Boy, it ain't nothing new, being True to this shit, yeah, yeah, yeah
I been certified in making mamas Cry, nigga
Look me in my eyes, nigga, don't You even try
I'm stepping on and over shit, Boy, you been a bitch

If you keep on talking shit, you Gone get your bitch hit
Oh its like that, no, nigga, it's like This
Been shining on you hoes, boy, Check my outfit
It's Dior to the floor

These hoes can't ignore it
Slamming dick down their throat, Trying to break the backboard
They always into something Better
Watch out for these youngins

They out here snatching life's
Yeah, that boy keep him a pipe
His chopper hold a hundred, and He can't even aim
That's the different between life And staying true to this game

A certified stepper, like sigma, psi And delta
Deez 762's, steady ripping Through your shelter
Aiming for your head, shoot your ID off the dresser
Now he hoping for a visit, cause He only got letters

Life without parole is the only thing they know
Niggas doing life and never told On a soul
Let us find out
You was running your mouth

We gone air that ass out without a Motherfucking doubt
Hang your ass out to dry
We gonna make your mama cry
Watch out for these youngins, Cause they kill over nothing

Now he back up in the trap
Yeah, we got that bitch jumping
A real stepper type nigga
You can't tell that boy nothing

Stay in your lane
We don't do all that disrespect
Ain't playing games
We'll whoop your ass, but this Ain't Tekken

FOE is what we repping, and That's how we stepping
I'm Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon with this Smith & Wesson
You can't look me in my eyes with These Gucci frames
On a sunny day, look in the sky, so They turn to some shades

All these people in my business Fucking paparazzi
Waiting on my downfall
Won't be a kamikaze
Certified steppers

Come through this bitch Stomping
Gotta apply that pressure when You feel that blood pumping
I know my oppressors and I see Them when they coming
Niggas mad because I turn Nothing into something

Bitch, I'm shining
You can see me through the fog
Throw me the rock just so I can Show you how to ball
You gotta know the plays and Know which ones to call

I'm a dog
Don't get caught between my Motherfucking jaws
The dirty mitten full of pussy boys
We call them kitten

And we balling in the city just like The Detroit Pistons
Them hoes calling
We just have our fun and then Dismiss them
Keep the grass cut so I ain't gotta worry about the hissing

Life without parole is the only thing they know
Niggas doing life and never told On a soul
Let us find out
You was running your mouth

We gonna air that ass out
Without a motherfucking doubt
Hang your ass out to dry
We gonna make your mama cry

Watch out for these youngins Cause they kill over nothing
Now he back up in the trap
Yeah, we got that bitch jumping
A real stepper type nigga

You can't tell that boy nothing
A certified stepper
Like Sigma, PSI, Delta
Deez-7-6-2's steady ripping Through your shoulder

Aiming for your head
Shoot your ID off the dresser
Now he hoping for a visit cause He only got letters
It's Dior to the floor

These hoes came to North
Slamming dick down their throat
Trying to break the backboard
Shaq Diesel

And we balling in the city just like The Detroit Pistons
Them hoes calling
We just have our fun and then Dismiss them
Keep the grass cut so I ain't gotta Worry about the hissing

FOE Entertainment

Written by:
Erias Herman, LaShawn Holston

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