Steppin All Season lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Hank, n*gga
C.M.L., b*tch
Here we go

[Verse 1]
Let me ask a question, b*tch, you with me or with me not? (Yeah)
I don't fear no n*gga, I gave they killers sixty shots (Bah)
f*ck your favorite rapper, he mad at me, I'm really hot (Yeah)
I don't trust no soul, I think these n*ggas wanna get me got (Baow)
Runnin' up the check until I hit the tippy-top (Er)
You say you wanna get even, boy, don't get your killers shot (Boy)
Lil Maury, he'll leave your brain like where the ceiling stop
I know where y'all n*ggas sleep, I got a million drops (n*gga)
If you ain't with us, you know we make n*ggas Milly Rock (Haha)
We ain't killin' kids, we killin' opps when semis pop (Dead homies)
They tough on Instagram, but in real life, they really not (b*tch ass)
He only five foot, give that boy a mini box (Clown)
We beat on n*ggas like an 808
You will not survive, n*gga, ain't no way (Uh-uh)
You wanna f*ck with me, you gotta pave your way
These n*ggas real, but they hate on Hank (Clown)
My enemies livin' day-to-day (Bah)
He got snake eyes like Killa Tay (Yeah)
We gon' run him over if he in the way (Yeah)
I'm a hardbody, don't insinuate (Facts)
[Chorus]
They hate on me for no reason (Huh?)
So we step on n*ggas all season (n*gga)
They hate on me for no reason (n*gga)
So we step on n*ggas all season (Stop playin')
They hate on me for no reason (n*gga)
So we step on n*ggas all season (What's that?)
They hate on me for no reason (n*gga)
They hate on me for no reason (Bah, bah, bah)
They hate on me for no reason (Yeah)
So we step on n*ggas all season (Bah, bah, bah)
They hate on me for no reason
So we step on n*ggas all season (Bah, bah, bah)
They hate on me for no reason (n*gga)
So we step on n*ggas all season (What's happenin'?)
We step on n*ggas all season (What's brackin'?)
We step on n*ggas all season (Stop cappin')

[Verse 2]
I keep it real, you should do the same, we target n*ggas like a shootin' range
I been makin' n*ggas skip town, come play with me, get your noodle banged
We four deep, we got six choppers in a Rolls-Royce and a Mulsanne
30 Gang, leave a n*gga brain in an ashtray like loose change