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Step on a nigga caught more than a promag Lookin for me an he died with his hoe ass Nigga try run from a chop bullets too fast Nigga try step on a steppa his dumbass (Grtt!) How you a steppa ain't step for your hood Caught me a body, feeling like suge No question about it I do what he should Nigga tried step on me and got left with a toetag Nigga try run from a chop he was so fast Acting too hard he gone die with his broke ass Can't roll up a jay roll a wood (Grtt!) Too many dead ops in this pack smoke good Another dead letter I through it above (Threw it above) Lil nigga stop acting so tuff he rapping a dream Wake his bitch ass up body for body We changing the murder rate bro catch a body My niggas gone celebrate you up with that glizzy You better not hesitate bitch I'm round the way with them steppas Bro got a opp then we get em together Bra kept tippin had to get em together I ain't gon stop till he dead on a stretcher Bro pop out with that stick if it's pressure That lil nigga steppin I heard that he knicked He ain't gettin away ima hawk down my vic I got too many ops I don't know who to pick Tie his ass up he try hop in the mix Young trap nigga they know I don't miss F*ck it I'm ridin with a glock and a switch So many ops I don't know who to pick F*ck I'm killing whoever gon snitch F*ck I'm mad lets get em if he got bags Then I'm the real bag man in the back of the stu And I countin them big bands he hating but watching That nigga a real fan ran it up fast from the dirt Hop in that free car, work shawdy got put ona shirt Where the ops at? Gotta lurk I pop ops I don't pop perks nigga tried step on me and got Left with a toetag nigga try run from a chop he was so fast Acting too hard he gone die with his broke ass (Grtt!) Can't roll up a jay roll a wood too many dead ops In this pack smoke good another dead letter I through it above (Threw it above) Lil nigga stop acting so tuff he rapping a dream Wake his bitch ass up uh slide, slide, slide, slide Bitch ima keep beefin till one of us die Nigga got shot like 7 plus 5 12 shots to the head I blew out his mind work, work, work, work I'm tryn put him in the dirt if he reach I'm bustin first I'm like beat that body go to church (Yeah!) HomicideMan I turn em to dead man hol I'm a young god I'm feeling like super saiyan Aye if he try run up blow out his had man Smokin on (Shh) that nigga a dead man (HA!) I'm a young nigga but I feel like a og These nigga don't know me Can't go back to the old me Kap ass nigga tried fake like he hoed me Ain't shit change bitch that was the old me Nigga tried step on me and got left with a toetag Nigga try run from a chop he was so fast Acting too hard he gone die with his broke ass (Grtt!) Can't roll up a jay roll a wood too many dead ops In this pack smoke good another dead letter I through it above (Threw it above) Lil nigga stop acting so tuff he rapping a dream Wake his bitch ass up
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