BPM $cubb$ - $teppaz Lyrics

Like the boogieman
Say my name, ima pop out
All my niggas real steppas
Ain't no dropouts
Why they talking shit
When they cop out
Had em niggas running
I guess they soft now

Real steppas
Out here tryna really step
Step step, step again
Who we gonna step next
Leaving blood everywhere
Made there block a mess
Checkmate
If these niggas wanna play chess

Do I want this pole, chop
Or this lil uz
F*ck it, bring em all
I can't pick and choose
Poles on my side
Tryna let em loose
Put his face on a shirt
Now it's on the news

Switchy with this glitchy
Tryna pop sumin
Last time I checked
The sukkaz dropped nun
Spinning all these blocks
Make them blocks spun
Now they beggingn for forgiveness
Like a f*cken nun

Ain't no slavery
But we got em chains
My ghouls outside
When they speak on gang
Bang bang
Now his name on grave
Body twitch, nigga gone
Now that body stank

Heard he was hot boy
So brother pass me fan
Up the pole
Click clack, then hear the blam
Ain't no p80
So I know it won't jam
Keep this steel on my side
Like my right hand

F*ck yall gonna do
I do what I want
One call
I can get that nigga got
Shooters got perfect aim
Like they got aimbot
Bouta chop em up
With this baby chop

Ask around
I make my presence known
Brain splatter, up it high
When I aim for dome
Like a gucci bag
Put a tag on toe
Feining for a body
F*ck it bluhd, lets go run in they home

If ion got pole
Then my brother do
Got these niggas sick
I must be some type of flu
Bad bitch, sucking dick
Gave her shampoo
Full flam on a nigga
If he bang that sur

Some of the shii we've done
Might not be forgiven
But understand my pain
And see why we were driven
Live and die for this shii
This is my religion
What I believe and stand for
Is my only vision

Bouta break into they house
I don't need permission
Slide in any weather
Nigga f*ck condition
I can say some shii
But that'll raise suspicion
Rather stay low
And be set for the next mission

We caught one
Spin again
I really want two
Got these niggas sick
Must be some type of flu
Popped her and her man
I guess that love was true
Now they laying in they grave
Because he didn't wanna shoot

We some killers
Driller
We some real fulfillers
Up on the pole
On my side
Now he a real squealer
Body twitch
Nigga gone
Because he didn't push trigger
One call to JJ
And I know he'll deliver

I know that he'll deliver

I know that he'll deliver

I know that he'll deliver

One call to JJ
I know that he'll deliver