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letra de solo steppin - yfg fatso

[intro]
can’t be out here by myself i need a handgun
that sh-t crazy, you can die for what yo’ man’s done
got six stars on my back, this sh-t like gta
she like her n-ggas going down wit’ a [?]
i like my b-tches dressing up, they all on high fashion
you told me, “send it, you got cash”, brodie keep askin’
i understand it i won’t lie i’m just lowkey flashin’
i told her, “no”, she ask, “why this b-tch gon’ keep asking?”
[verse 1]
i multiply the way by five, that sh-t keep adding
i got a b-tch stay on ig, this b-tch just keep tagging
i run this sh-t up, i tell her undress when i’m ready for her
put 5 percent on every window, plus the jeep matted
his bed hot, we burned him up, he got a heat mattress
put too much money in one pocket, now my jeans saggin’
i told the b-tch don’t tilt her cup, this not no cheap jacket
so many b-tches in one car
we need a f-ckin’ wagon
[verse 2]
i break the money down and count it up and smoke dope
it swing off and every day
i got a broke door
he don’t want 9 double m
he want that .40 cal’
if it die down
he spark sh-t up, he tryna blow smoke
she took a pic while i was sleep
that’s when i lost hope
posting me in her spam page, that’s when i lost hoes
i went to jail got on a call
found out i lost bros
i was just with ’em ridin’ fast but don’t n0body know (ridin’ fast)
[verse 3]
my grandma call now and then, she tell me “stay safe”
i visit her and my girl, like my gun on my waist
i’m really f-cked up in the head i need my f-ckin’ sp-ce (i need my room)
only sixteen but i can’t chill
it’s too much on my plate
my brothers locked up in the cell, free the whole eight
today my day, i’m feelin’ nice i bought a whole cake (i bought it all)
a honey bun of all dubs got put on his face
we cross the streets and draw blood, ain’t n0body safe
[verse 4]
just stay alert bro, ain’t no rules
crazy how it get
i told my mama, “this for me, been ruthless since a jit”
if i get caught i hope i’m occupied or with the stick
them trenches hurt me, lightin’ candles i know how it get
yo’ d-ck on fire, you tweakin’ out
you hit the wrong b-tch
he was jus’ gang but y’all got caught
now he the wrong snitch
he know too much [?]
he still got hit with twenty-nine, he said the wrong sh-t
[verse 5]
he gon’ die when he fifty, really fourty-six
he seventeen jumped in the streets and picked the wrong clic
he in the water with them sharks and they gon’ k!ll quick
f-ck all that other sh-t you heard
b-tch, you gon’ feel this (b-tch, you gon’ feel this)
[outro]
f-ck all that other sh-t you heard
b-tch, you gon’ feel this
mhm-mhm

- yfg fatso

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