Big Glizzy, 41
It spit out fo feeve
Send him up to the nosebleed
At least one confirmed kill
When you applying
For the wrong team
GSR particles
Is part of this long sleeve
Shhh be quiet
They get up on you
Just don't sing
Wasn't a word uttered out
That's word to my Co Dees
I don't want him around
My circumference
He won't squeeze dead ass
Bet you I'mma let off
The whole thing bet back
Same hood different mother
That don't change nothing
Cause we related
Through this gang
Share the same suckas
Same thumper utilized
But on different skits
They well aware
Who got the bity lit, Fourth
You know the rules
You catch him and slump
You been ducking smoke for weeks
That pressure a ton
F*ck it, lay on him
For the rest of the month
Ayy
What happened to that boy
He next in a blunt
Ayy
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something yea
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something uh
Big FN 57 knock breath out a lung
Uh Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something
Same suckas count me out
They watch my change double
My chain busting
Like a toilet
Let that flame flush you
Aim muzzles all that boxing shit
Be over fo
Muhammad Ali I saw fiends
Hit the rope for dope
Heard homie looking for that drank
I probably sold him ro
And I'm taking two lines
Off the top like an open quote
Faded, loading up the .22
While smoking dose dos
Pull up red GS350
They call me Rose Moe
My room smell like asparagus
And some artichoke
My scale just tipped the balance
Got my pocket obese
Purple hearts and yellow diamonds These are honest trophies
Honest I'm the flyest
They praying to helicopter kobe
Same hood different mother
That don't change nothing
Cause we related
Through this gang
Share the same suckas
Same thumper utilized
But on different skits
They well aware
Who got the bity lit, Fourth
You know the rules
You catch him and slump
You been ducking smoke for weeks
That pressure a ton
F*ck it, lay on him
For the rest of the month
Ayy
What happened to that boy
He next in a blunt
Ayy
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something yea
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something uh
Big FN 57 knock breath out a lung
Uh Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something
Steppin' (feat. Mozzy) Video (MV)
Performed By: King Moe
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Terrence Faison, Timothy Patterson
King Moe - Steppin' (feat. Mozzy) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Big Glizzy, 41
It spit out fo feeve
Send him up to the nosebleed
At least one confirmed kill
When you applying
For the wrong team
GSR particles
Is part of this long sleeve
Shhh be quiet
They get up on you
Just don't sing
Wasn't a word uttered out
That's word to my Co Dees
I don't want him around
My circumference
He won't squeeze dead ass
Bet you I'mma let off
The whole thing bet back
Same hood different mother
That don't change nothing
Cause we related
Through this gang
Share the same suckas
Same thumper utilized
But on different skits
They well aware
Who got the bity lit, Fourth
You know the rules
You catch him and slump
You been ducking smoke for weeks
That pressure a ton
F*ck it, lay on him
For the rest of the month
Ayy
What happened to that boy
He next in a blunt
Ayy
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something yea
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something uh
Big FN 57 knock breath out a lung
Uh Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something
Same suckas count me out
They watch my change double
My chain busting
Like a toilet
Let that flame flush you
Aim muzzles all that boxing shit
Be over fo
Muhammad Ali I saw fiends
Hit the rope for dope
Heard homie looking for that drank
I probably sold him ro
And I'm taking two lines
Off the top like an open quote
Faded, loading up the .22
While smoking dose dos
Pull up red GS350
They call me Rose Moe
My room smell like asparagus
And some artichoke
My scale just tipped the balance
Got my pocket obese
Purple hearts and yellow diamonds These are honest trophies
Honest I'm the flyest
They praying to helicopter kobe
Same hood different mother
That don't change nothing
Cause we related
Through this gang
Share the same suckas
Same thumper utilized
But on different skits
They well aware
Who got the bity lit, Fourth
You know the rules
You catch him and slump
You been ducking smoke for weeks
That pressure a ton
F*ck it, lay on him
For the rest of the month
Ayy
What happened to that boy
He next in a blunt
Ayy
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something yea
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something uh
Big FN 57 knock breath out a lung
Uh Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something
It spit out fo feeve
Send him up to the nosebleed
At least one confirmed kill
When you applying
For the wrong team
GSR particles
Is part of this long sleeve
Shhh be quiet
They get up on you
Just don't sing
Wasn't a word uttered out
That's word to my Co Dees
I don't want him around
My circumference
He won't squeeze dead ass
Bet you I'mma let off
The whole thing bet back
Same hood different mother
That don't change nothing
Cause we related
Through this gang
Share the same suckas
Same thumper utilized
But on different skits
They well aware
Who got the bity lit, Fourth
You know the rules
You catch him and slump
You been ducking smoke for weeks
That pressure a ton
F*ck it, lay on him
For the rest of the month
Ayy
What happened to that boy
He next in a blunt
Ayy
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something yea
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something uh
Big FN 57 knock breath out a lung
Uh Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something
Same suckas count me out
They watch my change double
My chain busting
Like a toilet
Let that flame flush you
Aim muzzles all that boxing shit
Be over fo
Muhammad Ali I saw fiends
Hit the rope for dope
Heard homie looking for that drank
I probably sold him ro
And I'm taking two lines
Off the top like an open quote
Faded, loading up the .22
While smoking dose dos
Pull up red GS350
They call me Rose Moe
My room smell like asparagus
And some artichoke
My scale just tipped the balance
Got my pocket obese
Purple hearts and yellow diamonds These are honest trophies
Honest I'm the flyest
They praying to helicopter kobe
Same hood different mother
That don't change nothing
Cause we related
Through this gang
Share the same suckas
Same thumper utilized
But on different skits
They well aware
Who got the bity lit, Fourth
You know the rules
You catch him and slump
You been ducking smoke for weeks
That pressure a ton
F*ck it, lay on him
For the rest of the month
Ayy
What happened to that boy
He next in a blunt
Ayy
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something yea
Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something uh
Big FN 57 knock breath out a lung
Uh Steppin' on something
Steppin' on something
Writer: Terrence Faison, Timothy Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid