Stepped On lyrics

[Intro]
That ain't me, bro
Somebody else rapped that sh*t
That ain't me on there, bro
That ain't me, who rappin' this sh*t?
That's not me, bro
That's not me
That boy Cassius
Look

[Chorus]
Keep some steppers with me like a step-shelf
Suck that motherf*cker 'til you strep throat, yeah
She know I'm a dog, she go to Petco
All we smoke is exotic, this the best smoke
Told him let it go but he so hard-headed
He done got his partner whacked, now he a pallbearer
Yeah, climbing up them racks like they some tall stairs
When I tell my shooters look, they be like, "Aw yeah"

[Verse 1]
They'll vacuum seal
Call my partner, pull up with a pack of pills
Really real
Selling mounds of soft, I don't need a deal
Where the doctor, need a pill
Know we eating different meals
See a ho and fishing reel
I'm just tryna pull her in
She gon' f*ck, she f*ck with Ben
Double cup of Perky-10
Young n*gga gon' murk somethin' quick
That gon' be his first offense
See the police, jump the fense
That love sh*t don't pay no rent
I'ma give you nine shots
You won't survive like 50 Cent
Candy lady, fifty cent
pus*y n*gga got me bent
I don't want no City Girl
'cause I don't got no city di*k
f*ck them racks, I'm really rich
f*ck the police, plead the fifth
Kick that ho out all that broke sh*t
Call an Uber, need a lift
[Chorus]
Keep some steppers with me like a step-shelf
Suck that motherf*cker 'til you strep throat, yeah
She know I'm a dog, she go to Petco
All we smoke is exotic, this the best smoke
Told him let it go but he so hard-headed
He done got his partner whacked, now he a pallbearer
Yeah, climbing up them racks like they some tall stairs
When I tell my shooters look, they be like, "Aw yeah"

[Verse 2]
She tryna turn my iPhone to a we-phone, I got three phones
Two plays and the weed gone, that's what we on
Earrings in my earlobes, they got big stones
Make a b*tch speak a different language, Rosetta Stone
Grandma always told me take the trash out
You a groupie baby acting like a mascot
Mama always told me don't trust nobody
Been through so much sh*t, I got tats on my whole body
Yeah, sticks on me, I could cut a tree down, chop, chop
You a lil' boy, you'll get your ass whooped, pop, pop
All y'all b*tches get off my di*k, hop, hop
Pull up on a n*gga in a droptop
See your lil' ass, go pop, pop

[Chorus]
Look, keep some steppers with me like a step-shelf
Suck that motherf*cker 'til you strep throat, yeah
She know I'm a dog, she go to Petco
All we smoke is exotic, this the best smoke
Told him let it go but he so hard-headed
He done got his partner whacked, now he a pallbearer
Yeah, climbing up them racks like they some tall stairs
When I tell my shooters look, they be like, "Aw yeah"