Big Steppas(freestyle) - Scotty Cain, JayDaYoungan

23 forever

OG forever

YMWRMF bitch we stepping on shit

He pull up with a knife, if he try then we popping your top, he can’t go to the

shop cause he dead

He ain’t thinking right, shit

His head must be tight, we gone blow that bitch off a his head

He say he got steppas, we catch and blow out they spine, you know that shit

take out the legs

We ready to clip thru some roster, you think you a rockstar, this choppa gone

cut off your dreads, yeah

I’m outta my mind, Percocets in my body, you know I be full of them meds

But I be quick to draw down, make a pussy lay down, We done filled a bitch

nigga with lead

Up with the choppa and aim where his mouth at

Bitch we gone make you regret what you said

Slinging that iron, for the dracos and nines, bitch you get outta line we gone

take off your head

Yeah

Bitch just called me like she just seen an opp

I’m like bitch well you know how to play it

Go get his number while he in the car, .40 blow off his jaw while you giving

head

I know that my Opps be pussy, I catch em they dying, they say if you scared,

you dead

My Youngin come spin on a Bmx bike

And he got a shooter with him on the peds

My steppa been creeping for weeks, bitch we on every street, we gone find where

you stay at

Come thru yo door, while you getting some sleep

Leave you all on the sheets, blow your brains on the bed

Nobody body gone leave, everybody gone bleed, we don’t talk to police,

we don’t speak to the feds

Bitch I bang 23, double M fuck with me, Static clutchin that 30 stick,

Ready to spread

Bitch we don’t sleep on the Opps

Get a drop and we creeping with chops

We got the key to the locks

Or we bust that bitch open with Glocks

We be clutching that pole, we gone pop if he trip he gone drop

23 sending shots

Ima twist your ass up when I blow with that stick, they have to take you outta

knot

We wet this shit up like a mop

He say that it’s up, when we catch em he drop

Nigga how many shots you got?

A lot

Nigga how the fuck is you gone talk with no top

I heard that lil' boy tryna plot

Hop out, put that bitch in a box

Shots from the drac knock his face in the rocks

We smoking on dead niggas, choking on opps

Bring that bit close and I bang

Niggas just hating, his face got caught in the Glock

We wit the gang, play with my mans bitch we come and get at ya momma

We got them K’s

Dracos and big bitches, they been kin to Osama

My lil' shooter come zip you for a couple zips, and just just for the work I

give him a few dollars

Give him a few commas, he aim at your collar

My nigga slide thru and he bussing that choppa

Long range, and get close to his noggin don’t matter gone burner the lil' bitch

just like lobster

Say you got a problem, my rifle gone solve em

Gone blow your shit if you think you a robber

3 to the face this a pair of air Prada

We gone send that lil' fat mouthin bitch to the doctor

We gone walk up and shhh his ass

I just got a nine and the peg at the front make it silent

And that bitch you been cuffing, the whole gang be done hit her

I used to pass he to my partner

When I see a opp, I be tryna take off, nigga pass the rock and show you how I’m

rocking

Pop off at the mouth, we pop you like a willy, pop you like a perky,

pop you like a molly