Steppin On n*ggas lyrics

by

22nd Jim


[Verse 1: 22nd Jim]
Ain't respondin' to no opps, you n*ggas beneath me
Hands behind my back, still couldn't beat me
f*cked the baddest in the city and kept it a secret
All these diamonds on my neck, I know that you see me
Young trap n*ggas sellin' work up in the bathroom
Pocket full of hunnids got a stash up in the classroom
Ask the city they gon' tell you they gon' say them n*ggas bad news
Blind, deaf, or crazy, I know how to make a bag move
Talkin' sh*t up on the beat, prolly think I gotta bad tooth
Run up like you crazy, grab this neck, now that's a bad move
Diamonds get to shinnin', blidin' b*tches when I pass through
How you n*ggas havin' money? Everything about you past due
Rock Amiri on the daily, I can't do no other denim
Say the price, if it's right, then my n*ggas, we gon' send 'em
Every time that bag land I be feelin' like it's Christmas
I get dirty, I get grimey, n*ggas know I do the dishes
If the K get to clappin' don't let that b*tch hit you
Smoke clear, still here n*ggas softer than tissue
I was runnin' through them thous', and you was scrapin' up nickels
Can't be f*cked with and you know it, n*gga just did the issue

[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
And I just walked in the booth
I got all blues, won't catch me catchin' b*tches
'Cause they all choose, Glock got the Glock
And they all shoot, steppin on n*ggas
[Post-Chorus: 22nd Jim]
Rock Amiri on the daily, I can't do no other denim
Say the price, if it's right, then my n*ggas, we gon' send 'em
Every time that bag land I be feelin' like it's Christmas
I get dirty, I get grimey, n*ggas know I do the dishes

[Verse 2: ALLBLACK]
Titty boy, lil' easy, duffle bag boys
Ball hoggin', big blitz, Lawyer Milloy (Gone)
Shape him up, hand carve him, I work for Mccoy (Knock him down)
Ain't goin' back and forth for no keys, n*gga you's a lil' boy
I smell runtz in the air, must be a celebration
Jalanito bust yo' hot pocket, leave yo' sh*t vacant
Told that b*tch get to walkin' like a band member (Gotta go)
I eat Wagyu now, I don't f*ck with TV dinners (Thank you)
n*ggas talk abracadabra, they f*ckin' pretenders (Mad jokes)
Ill kick a nutty in the [?], I'll never surrender
Fight in me, life in me, like the air bender
My white b*tch makin', [?] flow
OVO on my body, these n*ggas can't stop me
Fightin' with these X pills, Miyagi karate
I'm finna start a go fund me for these new n*ggas
I'ma feel bad after I spank n*ggas tryna try me (Thank you)
I don't want anybody, to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin' to hide, I want the world to [?] I'm a stepper
[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
And I just walked in the booth
I got all blues, won't catch me catchin' b*tches
'Cause they all choose, Glock got the Glock
And they all shoot, steppin on n*ggas
And I just walked in the booth
I got all blues, won't catch me catchin' b*tches
'Cause they all choose, Glock got the Glock
And they all shoot, steppin on n*ggas

[Post-Chorus: 22nd Jim]
Rock Amiri on the daily, I can't do no other denim
Say the price, if it's right, then my n*ggas, we gon' send 'em
Every time that bag land I be feelin' like it's Christmas
I get dirty, I get grimey, n*ggas know I do the dishes
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