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TG Kommas - Big Steppa lyrics

Artist: TG Kommas

album: Big Steppa


Ooh
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Shots fired, man down, it go bow, chick-a-bow
My lil' youngin' caught him lackin', all you heard was choppa sound
Knock him down, get yo' bitch ass off the ground nigga
That's what you get for all that fuckin' playin' 'round nigga
This ain't no playground nigga, but if you wanna play well shit, come outside
When we outchea selling drugs, and dodging slugs, and totin' Glock nines
You were 16 in the house and you were spoiled, your life not like mine
I was 16 in the trap house, met a plug, and I am not lyin'
Until I made my momma proud because I graduated on time
But shit, my mindset at the time, get rich or die tryin'
A nigga tried to take my shine, they gon' die tryin'
Bitch, slow your roll nigga (come on)
Like slow your roll player, I be with some big steppers
100 shots rang out the bell, that's a lot of pressure
Niggas cowards, they be foldin' under pressure
Bullet shower, better get your umbrella
Check the calendar, murder always on the schedule
Bullets hot as a cayenne pepper (brrt)
.223s will put him on the stretcher (ayy)
Yeah, I be with some big steppers (ayy)
Steppers who we runnin' with, who the fuck you gunnin' with?
Pressure bust pipes, I swung the pipe and then now he call it quits
Murder fits, I used to murder then this shit get murderous
I'm murderless, we cross his name out right after we murder him
The police asking us about him, we never heard of him
Wrappin' and catchin' them bodies, just like we Soulja Slim
Bend at the curve right behind him, aye we gon' follow him
Destination, pull up and face him, whoever ridin' with him
Silos and kilos, got me feeling like I'm Dino
Pack touch down, the drugs in, we blowin' tree smoke
Big Loc, made him reload, came to some wild note
Choppa got a wide scope, bullseye, hit him right on the nose
I asked my nigga did he see when I hit him, he say no
So you know I had to go and spin the Benz again for sure
I see a nigga leavin', I'ma shoot 'til he ain't woke
Look at his eyes he saw a ghost, I told him, it was time to go
Like slow your roll player, I be with some big steppers
100 shots rang out the bell, that's a lot of pressure
Niggas cowards, they be foldin' under pressure
Bullet shower, better get your umbrella
Check the calendar, murder always on the schedule
Bullets hot as a cayenne pepper
.223s will put him on the stretcher
Yeah, I be with some big steppers
Ooh (bullets hot as a cayenne pepper)
Ooh (.223s will put him on the stretcher)

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