Steppa - BEATBOX FREESTYLE

Sp gang shit
Said I'm really on that sp gang shit
You weren't wit us in the whip
We were slidin wit them sticks
Heard you seen that nigga walking and you never did shit
When i shoot this FN yaaa shit sound like a beat box
Steppin in dior won't catch me in no Reebok
If this rap don't work I'm in that kitchen wit that heat rock
Now I'm bout to snap y'all listen how this beat drop
Ridin through the hood and niggas actin like they know me
Left a cut on him I move like scarface call me tony
Niggas start to bitch up when you catch em on they lonely
Turned into a rat my cousin packs said you a phoney
One shot make you move slowly
Sock on like mick foley
Drippin in water I'm holy
Keep a back up hawk like tony
Might slide thru your block in a stoley
Steppa goin back to the old me
Niggas be plottin don't no me
Ain't forgettin bout none of that old beef
I'm in the traphouse
Blowing her back out
Talkin on live till a nigga get slapped out
We bring dem racks out
All off a crack house
When you in the game lil nigga can't back out
Shootin like stackhouse
Jj gon blackout
Up the stick lil nigga don't pass out
Real steppers my niggas don't back down
15 Minutes we gon spin right back round
Ain't with the gossipin
Fuck all the politics
She gave me head and I had to acknowledge it
Ain't with arguin
Opps who we targetin
Runnin em down then we feedin em hollow tips
She suck me up then she swallowing all of it
Brain so good better give her a scholarship
Car look strange then we go ahead and follow it
Niggas be losin their life over politics
Pull up no talking we off em
Ninas 40s the glizzy be talkin
Yellow tape out we gon Chalk em
Heater so big can't fit in my closet
Hop in the car speed racin
Pass me the henny no chasin
If I roll a blunt I wil face it
All that's left shell casings
VPN on. no tracing
First class trip vacation
Shawty ain't bad I won't chase it
Can't fuck with that bitch she to basic
Niggas be fake 2 faces
Sippin Patron no chasin
If I see a opp I'll face lift em
Huh
Huh
When i shoot this FN ya this shit sound like a beat box
Steppin in dior wont catch me in no Reebok
If dis rap don't work I'm in that kitchen wit that heat rock
Now I'm bout to snap y'all listen how this beat drop

Written by:
Steppa Steppa

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