Step On Dog

Album cover art for "Step On Dog" by Skinny T & Rio Da Yung OG & Toohda Band$ & Skeechy Meechy

Skinny T & Rio Da Yung OG & Toohda Band$ & Skeechy Meechy - Rap

Step On Dog

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[Intro: Skinny T] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Ayy, ayy (Funk or Die) Know you niggas, y'all can't fuck with us (Damn, JakeSand) Ayy [Verse 1: Skinny T] I let Steve up a ten, I swear you niggas broke It's cold in the streets, I seek the heater through the Gucci coat Old bitch don't play the blame no more, my new bitch on soap Shoot the fully 'til it click, nigga, I think the switch broke Last nigga mad we beat his load, we ain't sayin' shit Treat a bougie bitch like a dog, I can't stunt no bitch In the club, money fallin', nigga, I feel like Money Mitch In the D ridin' around, nigga, I'm tryna get rich [Verse 2: Skeechy Meechy] I got a plug out of town, he give me what I want (Yeah) I'll buy that bitch a purse, give her what she want (For real) I'm on 6, just mе and Smoke, I just sold a brick of coke I got circles ridin' with thе burners, I just left the store The bitch talk too much, I put it in her throat I just fucked her on a yacht, make her drive the boat I got fentanyl, ice, buy what you want The way I live life, I do what you don't [Verse 3: Toodha Band$] We in the D with it Fuck some classy hoes, where the hood? I need some freak bitches Last body, had to smoke a nigga, he was sneak dissin' Nigga said that he was finna— now his teeth missin' Poodha out the window, clip empty, he just keep clickin' Opps out the way, tired of dyin', they can't breathe with us We from Cali, all in Miami, brought the heat with us Told baby when she suck my dick, don't use the teeth with it Damn, ain't got no lactose, get the fentanyl Unc Mike Vick with the work the way he step on dog [Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG] Yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on, nigga [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] Hit a nigga with a Five-seveN, had to step on dog 'Fore I put my foot on these rappin' niggas' neck, used to step on dog Nigga think we finna square up, then weapons draw Got indicted, five years in the feds with less involvement Me and bro just dropped a five in a one I done seen top-tier hitmen die with a gun Don't call your big brother, he gon' die if he come My clique like a band, five niggas on the drums

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Credits

Writers
  • Skinny T
  • Rio Da Yung OG
  • Toohda Band$
  • Skeechy Meechy