Stepped On lyrics

[Verse 1]
You goin be like the last n*gga we stepped on
I'm shootin in this n*gga vest in the same place tryna break his teflon
f*ck that n*gga we swing this b*tch broad day giving out headstones
Any opp n*gga I see gotta get slayed
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And a whole lot of people say I'm dead wrong
b*tch I don't care though
1,2,3 blast a rocket blow a n*gga head off
I'm mad for this spaz
What kind of pistol that lead out
It's goin be a lot of dead n*ggas a lot of people say that I'm dead wrong
Imma come through that b*tch n*gga everybody get a head stone
Imma come through that b*tch feel like Fred the Flintstone
Listen listen listen close and pay attention like these your last moment
You said you make people die you should know how this sh*t goin'
You say you a killer you say that you blow sh*t
If it's true I know he knows it
Trying make his death be so quick
I'm finna up, up the score b*tch
I got a choppa, mac, and a drac let all them talk that's associates
Sociopath don't stand too close to me
Three personalities
Twin Tornado Kidd
b*tch my name SpinaBenz
They say I'm a f*ckin problem
This stupid n*gga finna die for some damn followers
I'm a star I can teach astronomy, hot n*gga broke the whole thermometer
f*ck n*gga go dig ya partner up
Said it's true n*gga ain't no stoppin us
Fight with me and the way he step
You would this this n*gga had a band following
He opp quit posting pictures stupid
n*gga that sh*t goin jam probably
I could tell he ain't livin that sh*t just do that sh*t for the gram
Obviously
Probably be the next n*gga dead, man down, caution
[Verse 2]
You going end up being like that last n*gga we stepped on
Spraying repeatedly with my Glock try to rip through this n*gga teflon
Leave em lying dead and a whole lot of people that say I'm dead wrong
Come through walk through that b*tch off day
n*gga everybody get a headstone grippin that iron
Shots fired repeatedly n*ggas keep dyin
How the f*ck n*ggas say they don't see that sh*t, that n*gga must be blind
I try to think good thoughts, murder on my mind
Runnin your mouth you running that mother f*cker now he howlin
I want three mansions and an island
I want a benz truck no mileage
I got a main b*tch got low mileage
I want choppa heat I'm tired or chasin n*ggas, I'm getting tired
This b*tch sing like a choir
Swear this b*tch sing like it's Keisha, like it's Ashanti, like it's Mariah
Whitney Houston I'm on 2X
Spinz you best you slow that sh*t down
Search google to see how you do that
Loose lips sink ships
It's common sense I thought you knew that
We'll beat a n*gga blue back