Steppas, Pt. 2 (feat. Blessed Youngin')

Put a opp in the sky nigga who finna die? Three shots in the air and the wind and the sky The bullet might hit at your eye ain’t no telling your die then you die if you gotta Glock then we sliding Period we slide on the ops and this shit might get serious we calling him George how he acting so curious He running so fast but that nigga ain’t furious yeah we sliding together we steppers I got the same ops from September we bout to slide right in December we probably gonna mop em all in November Sike nah we sliding right now said you missing your shots nigga how? Shh we creep in his house real quiet Said you sliding in us nigga try it ima shoot up the crowd make a riot why you talking that shit niggas stupid I be telling your bitch to get to it take your bitch from you nigga I’m ruthless I ain’t fuckin with fake ass rap niggas Y’all ain’t steppin y’all niggas is cappin “don’t take my bitch” nigga already happened you not making money don’t Know why you trappin up with the fifth and I bet it get clappin call big xan say bro what happened? I still wan the money But I still get the backend see a opp broad day at a light gotta flip it so I stay with my stick boy I stay on my pivot Nigga try run up big xan gone rip it and the stick in my dip so it’s easy to grip it I be spinning his block everyday like a fidget and I don’t wanna f*ck told that lil bitch to kiss it Put the stick to his head told that lil nigga listen I’m bout to slide and I creep bitch I’m a goat you a sheep Just slide me a beat ima eat nigga stop bluffin you not tryn meet this nigga keep tippin he postin them tweets He smoking on huff boy I’m smoking on keef