Hotta - Stepper

For the opps Stand down
When the blicker up
Come through in the coupe
You can't fuck with us
Uncouth from the stoop
What the fuck is up
Got them trees up on my boot
Cuz I fucking step
Stepper stepper stepper stepper
Yea I fucking step
Steppers steppers steppers steppers
Yea I fucking step
Steppers steppers steppers steppers
Yea I fucking step
Reckless reckless reckless reckless
Yes I fucking wreck
Left it on read
Check up Instead
Mess up
You dead
Arm left a leg
Don't you forget
I am the ohhhh
I'm in the Stu
Burn down the booth
I'm in the room
Flame up the roof
Change up the shoot
Hamma go boom
I used to be a young man hoe
Now I set a example
I go to places you can't go
I do the things that you can't do
I see ya crew
And they ran through
Life is a risk
I am gamble
Burning in hot
You a candle
She fucking me
She is a nimpho
Point to your cheek
Not a dimple
We get it popping
No pimple
40 is what I
Gotta limp for
Yall be loving
Them simps though
Holding the shot
No gimbal
Steady with aim
Play limbo
Extreme close up
Wit head room
Shoot 4k out extendo's
Shells so big
Armadillos
We turn them heros
To zero's
Y'all been some
Scared hoes
Never been weirdos
For the opps Stand down
When the blicker up
Come through in the coupe
You can't fuck with us
Uncouth from the stoop
What the fuck is up
Got them trees up on my boot
Cuz I fucking step
Stepper stepper stepper stepper
Yea I fucking step
Steppers steppers steppers steppers
Yea I fucking step
Steppers steppers steppers steppers
Yea I fucking step
Reckless reckless reckless reckless
Yes I fucking wreck
Yea I came from stoop
Timberland are the boots
When this tree print on ya head
We Steppers
that's the whole crew
Keep fucking round
We getting down
And that's how
We come through
We see the shit
That heater click
Hella Hott
But no fever bitch
Let me hear out
Your grievances
Hope ya eyes
Is seeing this
All these different
Sequences
Got it locked
Like Meeka twist
Gotta rock
Like Pyrex pots
Drip drip drip
Drippy drop
Can't stop
Won't stop
Young guns
Like state prop
Sipping on some aged scotch
Two fingers
Love every drop
Dis a banger
No no it's not
This a classic
I'm hella hot
These opps
Be jelous much
These beats
I hella touch
Them streets
Been philly
Big illy
Big P
On my fitted
Flow cold
No chin chilla
Been that
Still realer
Bend that
And still killa
Uptown that's Philla
With this music
I'm the dealer
No confusion
Get a brain contusion
Opp stopped
From the lane you using
This a hot block
Get ya top chopped
Now ya clocked stopped
For the opps Stand down
When the blicker up
Come through in the coupe
You can't fuck with us
Uncouth from the stoop
What the fuck is up
Got them trees up on my boot
Cuz I fucking step
Stepper stepper stepper stepper
Yea I fucking step
Steppers steppers steppers steppers
Yea I fucking step
Steppers steppers steppers steppers
Yea I fucking step
Reckless reckless reckless reckless
Yes I fucking wreck

Written by:
Tyrell Neal

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