Lil Moe From The Minny - Party Steppers

Hold on (Bitch)
Hold on (Wait)
Hold on (Bitch)
Hold on (Gang)
Hold on (What you on foe?)
Bitch, gang (Turn me up foe, aye)
Real steppers in this bitch, fuck nigga back up (Turn up gang)
Kno' what I'm sayin', aye
Uh
It's time to pour up, where the drank at?
There's bands on the floor, where the rake at?
I'm getting this bread, where the cake at?
If we bringing racks, better shake that (Bitch)
Whole lotta guns, and big MAC's
We up in yo party, with big racks
If you play with us, you gon' get smacked, uh
If you ain't shaking some, then get back (Bitch)
Drown in this bitch, with two liters
Broski in here, with two heaters (On God)
Call me da don, the new leader
Pockets be fat, like two Peter's
If It ain't the bag, then who need us
Push his shit back, 'bout two meters
You niggas be wifing up crew eaters
Rolling off ona pill, I'ma new creature
In here, it's hot than a bitch
Got me on like a switch
You get hit with these shells
New pack, you smell through the mail
Glock sing, let it ring, no bell
Like move, I'm on it fo' real
Four deep, and we packing the steel
I'm on, like I signed me a deal
Still, these bullets gon' get you fo' real
If I'm green then a bitch, then you slime
You mine, spin on yo block 'bout two times
If you back it up, then you mines
Two dimes, taking you home if you too fine (Aye)
Smoking biscotti, the shit got me too high
Snuck in this bitch, how you get by? (Aye)
.24, It's on me, ballin' like Kobe
Bitch, I be livin' in two primes
This rap shit starting take off
Gang on a plane, fenna spazz up in Dubai
Lil' shorty a freak when she all on the gram
When I whipped out my dick, she got too shy
Fenna bug in this bitch, I'm too fly
Dissing my homies, then you die
Drugs got me excited, gon' pop one or light it
So why should I land, bitch I'm too high
I see him, I got him, it's right by my hand
I pray that this bitch won't jam (Don't jam)
I'm bringing the heat, you get fried like a tan
100-round drum like a band
Fenna pop me a yerk, so I do my lil' dance
Gotta stay cool like a fan
I'm too deep with them thugs, in yo club
He go off if he gives us a glance (What he sayin?)
Sippin' all of the henny, mix Duecè with Remy
This bitch too strong, where the chaser?
We ball like the Lakers, 24 Raiders
Bullets be giving out tapers
We'll be catching you later, pimp like a player
Young nigga get to this paper
100 bands ona table, big shoutout to Nap'
'Cause that gold on my neck like a Pacer
Hah
Aye, if you in da party watchu' sitting down for?
Bro ass got me piped up in dis bitch on gang, aye
Niggas better boss up, I do me, you do you
If you with fuck wit them niggas, it's fuck you too
I'm gone

Written by:
Mohamed Ahmed

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