LV STEPPERS lyrics

by

YNG Martyr



[Chorus]
Blood on the bottom of Louis V steppers
Coke on her nose, she know she need answers
Don't wanna know, she know I been reckless
Four foreign cars and b*tches undressing

[Verse 1]
I'm all 'bout my business, you know I'ma get it
Go to the dentist and cop a new grill
I know I'm a menace, I had to go get it
My diamonds embezzle, my money, my credit
I'm all for the thrill, might pop a pill
Might pop the Uzi if sh*t gettin' real
Never been witness, it's f*ck opposition
I move out to Venice, it's new Armageddon
I know my position, it's tippity-toppity
All 'bout my b*tches, I tip and they toppin' mе
Lock on the game like I'm playin' Monopoly
Know I got sticks and a broom and a mop on mе
Did this sh*t properly, ain't no apology
Movin' in silence so they couldn't bother me
Pull up on beats like Muhammad Ali
Man, I fly like a butterfly, stinging like (Uh)
I'm with the team and yo, we can Febreze
And it's fingers on triggers and we let it (Pshh)
[Chorus]
Blood on the bottom of Louis V steppers
Coke on her nose, she know she need answers
Don't wanna know, she know I been reckless
Four foreign cars and b*tches undressing

[Verse 2]
Poppin' out the window with a glizzy on my Jeep seat
Pull up at the red light, cops goin' beep-beep
Pull up on the scene, lil' bitty wanna beep-beep
Said she want a bean, but I only got the lean-lean
Check in on my diamond chain, you know I got the link-link
f*ckin' on a poly b*tch, she drippin' like some Fiji
Had her so wet, I had to hit her with a squeegee, f*ck
Now she at my crib, car cleaning, uh
I just took a flight out to D.C.
Four pounds deep with a Glock on my peepee, huh

[Chorus]
Blood on the bottom of Louis V steppers
Coke on her nose, she know she need answers
Don't wanna know, she know I been reckless
Four foreign cars and b*tches undressing
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