Stepping On Ni99as

Lyrics
[Intro] Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga [Chorus] Man, I don't tiptoe through the hood, I be steppin' on these niggas Really steppin' on these niggas Man, I can't speak for everybody, my OG raised a go-getter I did my last bitch so bold and she don't even know I did it Right now, I'm fuckin' too many hoes to be treatin' 'em all different And I'm gettin' too much money to fuck a bitch who ain't gon' listen Man, it get cold outside, I get a plane ticket, fuck a coat Told her I'll be gone for a minute, she like, "Let me know" Shе like, "You always in the streets," I'm like, "Duh" Man, you'll gеt your ass killed steppin' on my 1s Man, you'll get your ass killed right here in this club I snuck the snubnose in here with me, that's my favorite gun Fast money, that's my favorite kind of money, I'll kill you for them hundreds Man, I don't care how bad you is, still treat you like you was nothin' [Verse] Man, still do you like my last bitch The ghetto fucked me up, I always act like I never had shit Nigga, my neck still gon' cost me a hundred, I ain't gon' crash this I be in the mall buyin' clothes for nothin', I ain't into fashion Man, sad story, when your mans died, we was all laughin' Man, crackin' up, I don't pull inside no driveway, I be backin' up Smokin' weed, runnin' late, somethin' like Tommy Buns in Belly Hoes be tryna rape a nigga, I don't get to tell 'em when I'm ready Niggas be cryin' 'bout that money, broke as hell, King Petty I don't be rapin' none of these hoes, I only fuck 'em when they let me I keep it real with a bitch, if I got a bitch, you better not text me She say she knew I was a gangster, pistol was hangin' when she met me And we just trafficking, we be selling drugs in our free time I don't know what I'ma say if I see Jenea, I'll probably freestyle Bad bitches love fuckin' with these real niggas I'm a real nigga, come and fuck with me I ain't always on no gangster shit, come and have some lunch with me Baby, I'm rich, I could fly you out of town, come spend a month with me If I could sing, you'd probably be the one I make a song for And, baby, if I had some kids, you'd probably be the one I had a son for Don't trust nobody, I be askin' where my gun go And it be crazy, we be laughin' when we slidin', it be fun, bro Man, niggas hate me, shit, I'd hate me too Nigga, I can get a hundred in a week, not no views I met your bitch out of town, why she blow me like a fuse? Man, then told me she be fuckin' 'round with you, I was confused [Chorus] Man, I don't tiptoe through the hood, I be steppin' on these niggas Really steppin' on these niggas Man, I can't speak for everybody, my OG raised a go-getter I did my last bitch so bold and she don't even know I did it Right now, I'm fuckin' too many hoes to be treatin' 'em all different And I'm gettin' too much money to fuck a bitch who ain't gon' listen Man, it get cold outside, I get a plane ticket, fuck a coat Told her I'll be gone for a minute, she like, "Let me know" She like, "You always in the streets," I'm like, "Duh" Man, you'll get your ass killed steppin' on my 1s Man, you'll get your ass killed right here in this club I snuck the snubnose in here with me, that's my favorite gun Fast money, that's my—
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- GlockBoyz TeeJaee