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letra de step - 2sgtay

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[intro]
step, step, yeah
step, uh
step, step, step, yah
step, make a n-gga step
step
(noisy on the beat)
what?

[verse]
pull up, hop out, we on your ass
i love to see that ar flash, don’t come on my side with no pass (no)
walk down, cook road, your whip gon’ crash (six)
i want him dead, i drop a bag (huh)
i really tweak, don’t make me mad (don’t make me mad)
glock tryna swing, he went out fast (yeah)
caught a faceshot in his lap (yeah)
b-tch, we on cook road right now, push up and you gon’ get pushed back
the opps, they know i never lack
won’t catch lil tay with all this gas (boom)
big six, we crackin’ fours (big six) and sn-tchin’ souls, we love blowin’ poles
see him up by that store, we wipe his nose, you hope that he know
we can get it crackin’, i’m ’bout action, i ain’t duckin’ straps (yeah)
aug automatics, bullets burst right through you like some plastic (prr)
if you ain’t the six or 2sg, you can’t come around (yeah)
we be lurkin’ late in traffic, tell lil reach to gun him down (boom, boom, boom)
we be smokin’ weezy, dead-ass, he got smoked in the back of that car (smoke weezy)
ol’ wee died on church, i still wanna look up in his coffin (dead-ass n-gga)
big grief or seventeens, six, two six slanged in front of the car (big zone, man)
might score a ocean pack (where that boy?), he stood up off if he ain’t fold in four (where that boy, where that boy?)
it’s a lot of dead opps, but i could say, but i’ma stop at that (f-ck the opps)
n-ggas know they run up on lil tay, they dumb-ass gettin’ whacked (boom)
and how y’all gdk and ain’t none of my citizens gettin’ whacked? (how the f-ck y’all gdk, man?)
we put sh-t to sleep, we got y’all layin’ in the street for sh-t (got y’all up in the ground, man)
b-tch, i’m 2sg, we known for faceshots, we don’t shoot at tees (faceshot gang)
fifty don’t skip a bl!ck, make you lean, leave your ass deceased
so many opps ended here, i done lost count, i’m facin’ up my critics
get in that field then score one beef, it’s turn a n-gga’s name to preach
kick that fool, my fiends we feedin’
keep some drank, you know i’m leanin’
pull up smilin’ like weezy bring it
i sw-ng the drank up out the demon
now i really step on sh-t (gang)
four deep in the whip, four fellas and sh-t (ayy)
know we aimin’ for shots, we can’t [?] and sh-t
we the ones send n-ggas to heaven and sh-t (gang)
steppin’ through your sh-t, know we be marchin’ through your section
my lil’ hitter, he just touched somethin’ up with a smith & wesson (boom, boom, boom, boom)
n-gga play with ts or flip, then we gon’ give his ass a blessing (ah, a blessing)
n-gga play ‘zay or shy (big 2sg), know we gon’ teach his ass a lesson (on six)
[outro]
aight, f-ckin’ with me, man
bit’, big 2sg, we got mouth
we got f-ckin’ mouth
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with us in north carolina, on gd
i come merch you, n-gga

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