Steps

By DudeyLo

Released on April 29, 2024

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[Intro]

Nigga, what? (It's that Mdotty nigga)

Nigga, ah, ah, ah

Nigga, ah (Night)

Where the fuck is he goin'? Come here

Like

Every fuckin' track, you heard? Shot after fuckin' shot, nigga

It's that DudeyLo nigga

Where the fuck is he goin'? Come here

Nigga, what? Nigga, ah

Nigga, ah, ah, ah


[Chorus]

He spinnin' through here, nigga gotta be hidin'

'Cause we'll leave him dead on arrival

Like, I'm a demon, I don't read the Bible

I got a gun, why the fuck why would I fight you?

He push up, then I'm throwin' 'em all

That's that nigga we caught at the store

They make it rain, we make it pour

Bullets attackin' him, leavin' him sore

And in the spot, had to walk with my sword

Me and SB, we was breakin' his jaw

Draggin' him all on the floor

He OYK, then he don't get a call

(Nigga, word to my dead)

No more free Banga, Mr. Catch a Head

The 2's butt, they be aiming for legs

And me and Dray gon' purge through they 'jects (Like)


[Verse]

Niggas got me upset

Like, the Sev' got how many deads?

Rippy ran, shot in his leg

Bobby got left on the—

(I could never get left on the steps)

Nigga, and that's word to my pops

Spin the blocks, yeah, I did it a lot

Bro died, how many niggas got shot?

Kurt tagged, took on a hop

Like, he ain't never do shit for his block

Like, I ain't never take shit on a hop

If he say that I did, he can't merch on his guys

Nigga, why would I lie?

Like a bird, nigga, I let it fly

Creep up, put the dot on his eye

And no, I'm not talkin' to [?]


[Chorus]

He spinnin' through here, nigga gotta be hidin'

'Cause we'll leave him dead on arrival

Like, I'm a demon, I don't read the Bible

I got a gun, why the fuck why would I fight you?

He push up, then I'm throwin' 'em all

That's that nigga we caught at the store

They make it rain, we make it pour

Bullets attackin' him, leavin' him sore

And in the spot, had to walk with my sword

Me and SB, we was breakin' his jaw

Draggin' him all on the floor

He OYK, then he don't get a call

(Nigga, word to my dead)

No more free Banga, Mr. Catch a Head

The 2's butt, they be aiming for legs

And me and Dray gon' purge through they 'jects (Like)


[Outro]

Nigga, what? Where he goin'?

Like, the Sev' got how many deads? (Come here, baow, baow, baow)

He got left on the— (Baow, baow)

I could never get left on the steps, nigga

And that's word to my pops

Spin the blocks, yeah, I did it a lot

Bro died, how many niggas got shot?