Steppers
pulling out a new year 2020
steping out all blue like im 30
who want smoke clip longer then a bitch
i aint sneek dissin on his shit
i got choppers that will put in a grave
all this shit it could but me in a cave
bank rolla spending money like a bitch
all hoes just mad cuz we rich
want smoke with us
nigga we sum steppas
got em in a bag and he getting jealous
big nigga shit on my set bruh
and got yo hoe on my strap bruh
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