Steppers lyrics

[Chorus: M Row]
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Manuever outside, it's just me and my stepper
Bullets like pepper, more hot than my temper
25 times 2, 50 shots all together
sh*t feel like we both was just flocking forever
Thinking I'm bluffing, n*gga, never
Had his hand in his pocket and ran, I was clever
Lil [?] got shot from his neck up
sh*t went through his brain, that boy needed a checkup (M Row)
[Verse: M Row, Drako B]
Bike, foot, V, I don't care how we travel, somebody getting fessed up
Had a hard time adjusting my ski, like, I had to tie all my dreads up
In thе whip on a spree, had to turn up the speed, calling my opper just to give hеr a heads up
Baby, please, stay in your crib, I'll be up in a few when I'm bringing my friends up
Tell me the verdict, what's the gimmick
n*gga threw 10, so you know Ima double it
His mans in the way, not minding his business
I threw shots, n*gga ducking it
I was flocking with anger, ain't stop till its finished
He ain't throw back nothing, n*gga chucking it
They know my stance by the way of my pivot
Pass me the ball on court and I'm dubbing it
n*gga thought he was crazy, I start upping it
Compact 40, sh*t came with the rubber grip
They know my body, I stay on some other sh*t
If they want the smoke, I'm yelling what's up with it
Ten toes down, to the floor, and, I'll put a n*gga right under it
In love with that money, that paper, I'm touching it
Not one of them n*ggas that yall should be f*cking with
Push one button and I'll get whoever hit
Word to my mother, my opps is soft
Been on a couple of missions where I got to clicking and these n*ggas really took off
I know that life is a gamble, you win or you lose, but we is not taking no loss
And I know this gang banging sh*t look cool, but half of you n*ggas don't know what it cost
Not hitting no innocents, yall know we be spinning sh*t
Started throwing first cause I saw he was fidgeting
All I need is my ski and my gloves, pass me my shades and I promise Ima get rid of him
Word to bro, I'm getting sick of it
Trigger happy with Jackie, I really love clicking it
When I hop in that ride, don't ask who to drive, cause I'm trying to make sure that them bullets is hitting him
[Chorus: M Row, Drako B]
Manuever outside, it's just me and my stepper
Bullets like pepper, more hot than my temper
25 times 2, 50 shots all together
sh*t feel like we both was just flocking forever
Thinking I'm bluffing, n*gga, never
Had his hand in his pocket and ran, I was clever
Lil [?] got shot from his neck up
sh*t went through his brain, that boy needed a checkup
n*gga thought he was crazy, I start upping it
Compact 40, sh*t came with the rubber grip
They know my body, I stay on some other sh*t
If they want the smoke, I'm yelling what's up with it
Ten toes down, to the floor, and, I'll put a n*gga right under it
In love with that money, that paper, I'm touching it
Not one of them n*ggas that yall should be f*cking with