Everyone knows most accidents happen at home
There's nothing nice about murder as terror
Hockey
Uh, real steppin' nigga, yo bitch favorite
Yop, uh, uh
Ridin' through the city, tryna score like Elijah Collins
She the baddest with that ass, I told the bitch to pop
It hellcat fast as hell, you tap the gas, it blasts like a rocket
I got like seven incomes, the money never stoppin'
In a long sleeve, all the windows tinted out
I ain't tryna kill his granny, so we all hoppin' out
Beat her from the back, her legs shakin', now she tappin' out
Nine to five, really gettin' old, so I'm trappin' out
Throw that switchie on his ass, since he actin' out
Laugh now, cry later, but I'm laughin' now
I done joined this game server, now he backin' out
Fifty rounds, in this Draco tear a nigga house down
I'm in his yard, and this bitch just had to crouch down
I got shooters at all doors, this bitch locked down
He finna leave the f*ckin' crib, we finna hop out
Cut the flash on, he ain't see me when I jumped out
Draco get to bangin' like a 808
I done switched a 7.62 to a 308
Leave his body reekin', in the yard, he smell like Frito-Lay
Call them niggas, come and get this body, this boy DOA
Bitch, you got BOA
Can we fill your insides with these condoms when we outta state
Yeah, I got the scope up on this bitch, make sure I hit his face
Yeah, I got the scope up on this bitch, I'm tryna hit his face
Ridin' in some shit you can't pronounce
I have a fiend comin' spin your top for an ounce
Man, I love a freak, I told her to put it in her mouth
Real steppin', don't get stepped, don't see what I'm about
Bro steppin' down with that choppa, tryna spend some
I know a nigga tryna take my blood, then we gon' get some
Guns and ammunition, layin' around, we got a shit ton
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Under rail all on the choppa, stop the kick up
Switch my flows like I switch my hoes, this shit a mix up
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
In the track, Hawk hit the gas, watch it lift up
I got my three verse, show three like a pickup
Outside a nigga crib like he gettin' picked up
If your bitch a hot girl, I'll tear her tits up
Titty slapped all in the chop, slow down the pickup
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Bitch
Your bitch favorite
Real Steppa - TRAP OUT Lyrics
Real Steppa - TRAP OUT Lyrics
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Everyone knows most accidents happen at home
There's nothing nice about murder as terror
Hockey
Uh, real steppin' nigga, yo bitch favorite
Yop, uh, uh
Ridin' through the city, tryna score like Elijah Collins
She the baddest with that ass, I told the bitch to pop
It hellcat fast as hell, you tap the gas, it blasts like a rocket
I got like seven incomes, the money never stoppin'
In a long sleeve, all the windows tinted out
I ain't tryna kill his granny, so we all hoppin' out
Beat her from the back, her legs shakin', now she tappin' out
Nine to five, really gettin' old, so I'm trappin' out
Throw that switchie on his ass, since he actin' out
Laugh now, cry later, but I'm laughin' now
I done joined this game server, now he backin' out
Fifty rounds, in this Draco tear a nigga house down
I'm in his yard, and this bitch just had to crouch down
I got shooters at all doors, this bitch locked down
He finna leave the f*ckin' crib, we finna hop out
Cut the flash on, he ain't see me when I jumped out
Draco get to bangin' like a 808
I done switched a 7.62 to a 308
Leave his body reekin', in the yard, he smell like Frito-Lay
Call them niggas, come and get this body, this boy DOA
Bitch, you got BOA
Can we fill your insides with these condoms when we outta state
Yeah, I got the scope up on this bitch, make sure I hit his face
Yeah, I got the scope up on this bitch, I'm tryna hit his face
Ridin' in some shit you can't pronounce
I have a fiend comin' spin your top for an ounce
Man, I love a freak, I told her to put it in her mouth
Real steppin', don't get stepped, don't see what I'm about
Bro steppin' down with that choppa, tryna spend some
I know a nigga tryna take my blood, then we gon' get some
Guns and ammunition, layin' around, we got a shit ton
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Under rail all on the choppa, stop the kick up
Switch my flows like I switch my hoes, this shit a mix up
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
In the track, Hawk hit the gas, watch it lift up
I got my three verse, show three like a pickup
Outside a nigga crib like he gettin' picked up
If your bitch a hot girl, I'll tear her tits up
Titty slapped all in the chop, slow down the pickup
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Bitch
Your bitch favorite
There's nothing nice about murder as terror
Hockey
Uh, real steppin' nigga, yo bitch favorite
Yop, uh, uh
Ridin' through the city, tryna score like Elijah Collins
She the baddest with that ass, I told the bitch to pop
It hellcat fast as hell, you tap the gas, it blasts like a rocket
I got like seven incomes, the money never stoppin'
In a long sleeve, all the windows tinted out
I ain't tryna kill his granny, so we all hoppin' out
Beat her from the back, her legs shakin', now she tappin' out
Nine to five, really gettin' old, so I'm trappin' out
Throw that switchie on his ass, since he actin' out
Laugh now, cry later, but I'm laughin' now
I done joined this game server, now he backin' out
Fifty rounds, in this Draco tear a nigga house down
I'm in his yard, and this bitch just had to crouch down
I got shooters at all doors, this bitch locked down
He finna leave the f*ckin' crib, we finna hop out
Cut the flash on, he ain't see me when I jumped out
Draco get to bangin' like a 808
I done switched a 7.62 to a 308
Leave his body reekin', in the yard, he smell like Frito-Lay
Call them niggas, come and get this body, this boy DOA
Bitch, you got BOA
Can we fill your insides with these condoms when we outta state
Yeah, I got the scope up on this bitch, make sure I hit his face
Yeah, I got the scope up on this bitch, I'm tryna hit his face
Ridin' in some shit you can't pronounce
I have a fiend comin' spin your top for an ounce
Man, I love a freak, I told her to put it in her mouth
Real steppin', don't get stepped, don't see what I'm about
Bro steppin' down with that choppa, tryna spend some
I know a nigga tryna take my blood, then we gon' get some
Guns and ammunition, layin' around, we got a shit ton
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Under rail all on the choppa, stop the kick up
Switch my flows like I switch my hoes, this shit a mix up
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
In the track, Hawk hit the gas, watch it lift up
I got my three verse, show three like a pickup
Outside a nigga crib like he gettin' picked up
If your bitch a hot girl, I'll tear her tits up
Titty slapped all in the chop, slow down the pickup
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Speakin' down all on the steppa, get your bitch f*cked
Bitch
Your bitch favorite
Writer: Real Steppa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid