Steppers & Dropouts

Get lined bih, we slanging iron bih, that type of time bih We ain’t like them others, grab them cutters, we gon’ murder some Pen and pad the way I stamp a nigga, think he signed bih Zip the nigga up, he leave the morgue, and under dirt or some Put that heater on ‘em and he froze up I run with them steppers and dropouts, and all us poled up Grew up faster then the rest, as teenagers had growed up Pause nigga, ain’t BCG then we ain’t throwed it up Southside was running out night they couldnt stop none Was outside with choppas outlied and ready to drop some You bout some? then nigga pop some and see the outcome I doubt none so keep a cocked gun to not get knocked on The way we catch a body you would think that we was contract Aim that shit above his brows and I bet it make contact Me and shawty seperated ion see us going back But I ain’t thinking bout no bitches I ain’t really on that I be up my new bitch say i’m insomniac I be chasing money going where the provolone at Ima send some shots for anybody play where Von at F*ck shooting his car we shoot the ‘partment where his moms at I ain’t much impressed with bitches doing all that ass shaking Baby show me some like you solid and you passed playing No concealed permit I got my stick inside the gas station Ima wipe a nigga nose its gon' be his last days in Get lined bih, we slanging iron bih, that type of time bih We ain’t like them others, grab them cutters, we gon’ murder some Pen and pad the way I stamp a nigga, think he signed bih Zip the nigga up, he leave the morgue, and under dirt or some Put that heater on ‘em, and he froze up I run with them steppers and dropouts, and all us poled up Grew up faster then the rest, as teenagers had growed up Pause nigga, ain’t BCG then we ain’t throwed it up I smile and joke around alot but ain’t the type to play I got way to much potential to throw my life away I feel like killing someone bih it’s been that type of day I watch the white inside his eyes go from white to grey And I ain't phased by all that talking i’m official and authentic But play with me play with ya life it’s in my hands I end it All that jaw jacking ain’t me you typing shots I send it And when I say it’s f*ck you bitch that's from my heart I meant it I over love just like my momma I ain’t scared to admit I also over think to much it’s hard to bare with it I hustle hard just like my pops I wouldn’t dare to quit And I do things the harder route and also flare in it You was at Disney park hopping I was outchea car hopping Sit and watch ‘em start talking Run down on ‘em start popping You cross that line they draw the chalk that’s where the line stop He 6 feet under his headstone inside a pine box, In real life Get lined bih, we slanging iron bih, that type of time bih We ain’t like them others, grab them cutters, we gon’ murder some Pen and pad the way I stamp a nigga, think he signed bih Zip the nigga up, he leave the morgue, and under dirt or some Put that heater on ‘em, and he froze up I run with them steppers and dropouts, and all us poled up Grew up faster then the rest, as teenagers had growed up Pause nigga, ain’t BCG then we ain’t throwed it up