Won’t Step On Me

Lyrics

Leor, light it up
 Mommy, India got the beats
 Come on, ha
 Now check this (check this)
 We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (none of that shit you niggas on)
 I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
 You heard me?
 However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it
 Just catch it, it's some real gangster shit now
 I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
 You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come on, know you love me, yeah
 Real poverty in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
 See me soldiered down, and I'm good, I wish you motherfuckin' would
 I wish you motherfuckers do it, yeah
 Choppa came, I would
 Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray, they gon' tell you 'bout how I do it (grr, grr)
 Nawfside 3-8, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
 Nah, they ain't wanna see me on
 They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
 They ain't glad that I came home (ha)
 They ain't wanna look out for my children (ha)
 Now the fact I'm back, I been gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it (yeah)
 Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in
 Grindin' to the ten, I been going through it
 Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand
 I'll zip your man, find you a new one
 Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (let it out)
 Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (what?)
 They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me
 Boy, I ain't playin', I'm gone off bars of Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean (ha, ha, grr)
 I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make-believe
 I come from robbin' shit to Nawfside, I was robbin' jeans
 I tell that ho get off my back 'cause only room there for my team (whoa-oh)
 Give me that iron (iron), I'ma roll with 'em (roll with 'em)
 Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no nigga (no nigga)
 They got a place for me
 Lil Top, I got a K with me
 A Drac', you know it love to sing (hrr)
 He really pussy 'cause he red
 But long as you know he gon' get down for me (baow, lay you down for me, bitch)
 Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (let it out, yeah)
 Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (come on, come on, yeah-yeah)
 They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me (pow, pow)
 I come up with plenty killers, got to keep a pistol
 Roll with me by any means (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and fucked 'em, that methamine
 Youngin' got on that Meth', he be lookin' mean
 Cross your top with the Glock, you try anything (yeah, yeah)
 When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf
 Bust the top with a Glock if you chop a seat
 I 'member back in '17, I ain't had no money for weed
 Man, I was bummin' for weeks
 Down on my dick, so I scheme
 Bitch take a bobby pin, and hide the money inside her hair for me
 Know I got money, I got the bitch tryna tear her hair out for me
 I used to live inside a house and used to stay out weeks
 Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep
 I was in Houston dealin' boy with a warrant out on me
 Ran off on Drea because I promised Jaz before we had linked (damn)
 Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (let it out)
 Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (bap, bap, bap)
 They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me (on me)
 Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (let it out)
 Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (what?)
 They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me
 I'ma whoop your ass, lil' nigga
 I'm experienced, I'ma do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played
 Now, you better go on 'bout your lil' business
 'Fore it be some blood on top my Js
 Right now I'm faded, I got on shades
 'Cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K's
 Know I built the lands like it's my lands, I'm tryna find peace inside my days
 I ain't graduated 'til that glass
 Bitch can't even pee about Lil Dave
 Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass
 I'm bringin' all you bitches pain
 Soldier rollin' loaded, I tell 'em free JBeezy
 He creepin' creature, man
 Four doors on me, make it look easy
 With that heat, he leave your brain
 Ass, see me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame
 They said I'm finna be big like Soulja Slim when he had to pee in that tank
 But the only thing
 It's a difference, I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
 And I got my own label, I'm a boss, NBA, I'm Never Broke Again
 NFL, Nawfside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends
 Because I know that they want chains, they gon' be bangin' all to the end
 No, wait, hold up, I mean my bros
 We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes
 Check how we roll up you (uh), I already know, cutthroat, nigga
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:36
Key
2
Tempo
160 BPM

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