Testo Steppin’ - Kevin Gates
Testo della canzone Steppin’ (Kevin Gates), tratta dall'album Rap the 20's
I don't like to talk about steppin'
But fuck it, saddle up, let's do it
Yeah, yeah, ayy (go Gates)
Smith & Wesson, snub nose, .38 with no hammer
They know I'm left-handed, homework, concealed and carry
The same one I had in the magnum, to put on acne (ooh)
'Bout to throw it all away over misunderstandings, I'm slammin' (ooh)
I wish I never murdered
But I can't take that back, they zipped a bag and closed the curtains
Stretch 'em, left that shit on flat, you can't repair with surgery
Dick was goin' limp, she put that pussy on me perfect (she do)
I'm thinkin' 'bout my brother, I want blood in the detergent
On the love, and I'm determined (whoa)
Steady workin', bitch, I'm in there (in there)
Recruited me some crash, whip out the cash, he gotta get there (get there)
They pass around the back, we got to smash whoever in there (in there)
Ayy, keep it G with me, that's all I ask of you (for real)
If you shoot at me and miss, lil' bitch, I won't rat on you (uh-uh)
Ayy, keep it G with me (for real), that's all I ask of you (be calm)
Make sure you do the same when I send it back at you (bitch)
Let lil' brother drive the whip (yeah)
Pull up right on gang (gang)
Watch, I do my thing (thing)
Hop out, let 'em hang (hang)
Ayy, keep it G with me (hey), that's all I ask of you (yeah)
Make sure you do the same when I send it back at you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm fully prepared (Gates)
Few niggas are spared (wait)
Right before the clock run out (Gates)
I bet I get you smashed (wait, yeah)
Detachable compartments in the car, went bought a Jag (bap, boom)
Pull up in the nine and gonna take apart the tags (boom, yeah)
This is not for show to post, don't show your shit, you blow your shit (boom)
OG Boobie told me it's a go, ain't no controllin' him (blow)
F-250 kill, I rock the glizzy like I'm Soulja Slim
Diamonds wet, they hittin', took 'em out, I rock like whodie 'nem (why?)
My lil' (uh) out of Philly, yeah, really with the yeah (bling, blong, yeah, yeah)
Just got out the feds, zipped a hat, without no foot, or tag
Steady braggin' on your fitted cap, you not livin' that
When you face me, make sure it don't jam when you bend it back
Ayy, keep it G with me (ooh), that's all I ask of you (for real)
If you shoot at me and miss, lil' bitch, I won't rat on you (uh-uh)
Ayy, keep it G with me (for real), that's all I ask of you (be calm)
Make sure you do the same when I send it back at you (bitch)
Let lil' brother drive the whip (yeah)
Pull up right on gang (gang)
Watch, I do my thing (thing)
Hop out, let 'em hang (hang)
Ayy, keep it G with me (yeah), that's all I ask of you (yeah)
Make sure you do the same when I send it back at you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Takin' a life is very sacred, you heard me
When you take something that you have not the power to give back
You know what I'm saying
I don't like to talk about steppin', you heard me
Hey
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Samuel David Jimenez, Aubrey Robinson, Westen Broek Weiss
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