Steppers

作词 : Demario White/Dion Hayes/Eric Sloan/George Stone III/Indyah Mcalister/Liam McAllister/Mario Mims/Mateen Niknam/Sammie Benson/Samuel Gloade/Timothy Patterson

作曲 : Demario White/Dion Hayes/Eric Sloan/George Stone III/Indyah Mcalister/Liam McAllister/Mario Mims/Mateen Niknam/Sammie Benson/Samuel Gloade/Timothy Patterson

[Intro: 42 Dugg & Indyah]

30 on me, I'ma cut a fool

Callin' all the steppers to the front

Get ready for the show, ayy, it's on

We always number one when shit get th**ped

They ain't think Ric was comin' home

Calling all the rangers to the front (Come on)

Get ready for the show (Come on, let's go, come on, let's go)

I'm always number one, I'm at the front (B***h)

Now, no one has to know

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]

Ah, ugh, ugh, go

Step how you want me to step for you, don't be no crash dummy

I ain't gon' tell you do nun' I wouldn't do (Nope), I'm just bein' a hunnid

Push for me the same way I push for you

In the street, your credit good until it ain't (Facts)

No snitchin', won't tell the truth

Sky blue coupe, I drop the roof (Stretch)

Bought a lil' puppy for my boo (Nah)

You can see my shit through the tint

Ask Johnny, five thousand a tooth

Spanish b***h call me, "Papi chu"

Free my lil' Doggie, cut 'em loose

While they at it, free Shiesty, Pooh

Heavy steppin' on shit like boots (Bagg)

[Verse 2: EST Gee]

Yeah, ain't nobody know nothin' but niggas still told

Yo, the real snow, put half on it, and it's still strong

Dresser searchin' through my dresser drawer, all my pills gone

You did it first, I came through, did it worse so I don't feel wrong

Rico tried to warn me 'bout a cross over the jail phone

Sprayin' Magic on the envelope, we put his mail on

Shirt off when I skrrt off, need the Lamb' rose

Brodie was my friend, when we was kids, we were sharin' clothes

Still give 'em a headstone, nigg

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Indyah]

Calling all the rangers to the front (Step for me, stretch sum'n)

Get ready for the show (Let's go, let's go)

I'm always number one, I'm at the front (Ah, duh)

Now, no one has to know (Free Budd)

Callin' all the steppers to the front (Step for me)

Get ready for the show, ayy (Stretch sum'n, stretch sum'n)

We always number one when shit get th**ped (Ah, duh)

Now, no one has to know (Free Budd)

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]

Ayy, I'm back, b***h, and I still like to smack shit

Whack shit, might leave a couple up in Saks Fifth

**** 'em if he ain't with me, not the West, I'm from the East

Stretch sum'n and get up with me, you know that we pay our tabs

On the dash, still droppin' fives, one of one, I cop 'em fast

Track the car, I'm speedin', nigga, kill me 'fore I need a nigga

Who said we was even, nigga? '09, I was readin', nigga

'010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga

[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]

Diamonds crazy, you niggas fugazi, I ain't never been lazy

Count up the million, hand for hand, band for band, gram for gram

I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'

I can go mansion for mansion, I can go acres in land

I just bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta

Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom

Yeah, I'm big Gotti, never sleepin' on the business (Wake up)

Callin' all the gangsters to the front, perfect attendance

Yup, big (Gotti)

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Indyah]

Calling all the rangers to the front (Step for me, stretch sum'n)

Get ready for the show (Let's go, let's go)

I'm always number one, I'm at the front (Ah, duh)

Now, no one has to know (Free Budd)

Callin' all the steppers to the front (Step for me)

Get ready for the show, ayy (Stretch sum'n, stretch sum')

We always number one when shit get th**ped (Ah, duh)

Now, no one has to know (Free Budd)

[Verse 5: Blac Youngsta]

Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (Free the gang)

Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you

Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? I hoe you (Blow your brains)

I take out your whole bloodline like I'm supposed to, I don't know you (Gang, gang)

Spin the block, knock the fans out the window, you hear the chop' (Woo)

That's the mop, set you up with a b***h, look like Vivica Fox (P***y)

He went for the plot so she took him down for a AP watch (Ice)

Sliced him with a blade, in his own crib, make the neighbors watch

[Verse 6: Mozzy]

Drop a ten, we gon' box him in soon as she drop her pin

You know my money good, tell lil' bruh, "Lock that in" (Lock that in)

Got to hand the 'migos passes, you is not my kin

It's either death or jail with us, this shit is not gon' win

We steppin', modify the weapons

How the lines and steppers willin' to die behind their sections?

Catch him, that's a blessin' 'cause niggas ain't outside

You calculatin' the temp', you must be out your mind, free all the guys, yeah

[Outro: 42 Dugg & Indyah]

Callin' all the steppers to the front

Get ready for the show, ayy

I'm always number one, I'm at the front

Now, no one has to know