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bbg steppaa - immortal lyrics

[intro]
like gang gang gang n+gga
shiestyfn
suck my d+ck
die shark
die munn

[chorus: bbg steppaa]
these n+ggas want me dead, so i keep a gun
lack once, bullets making you run
sh+lls hitting your top and it’s making you runts
and i know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
we shoot like the lakers, come try if you want
make you cry to your savior, that’s for tryna stunt
i got haters, the opps in a blunt
you gone run through that side i go run through the front

[verse 1: bbg steppa]
heard he got lined by a thot, i don’t trust no hoe
screw said “n+gga close that door”
b+tch i’m about to be famous and going on tour
b+tch i’m grinding ain’t waiting no more
opps tryna wolf, but them n+ggas poor
ain’t got breesh to be going to war
won’t catch me lacking going in that store
come in here, better duck when it roll
i keep a 40, but i love the fn
run up, bet you losing your best friend
got no time for the jam, so we out tryna test it
tryna see who gone die after breakfast
take a trip to they block cause he kept tryna net diss
you see us, get to tucking your necklace
we got the addy, hop out tryna stretch him
put his ass in the ground with his best friend
and these n+ggas be telling so watch who you step with
die thugs we be punching the best b+tch
hint him for problems if he tryna nail sh+t
k!ll that covid but yet to be tested
your bro died, should’ve had his weapon
throw a m bullets caving his chest in
your bro died, should’ve had his weapon (die munn)
throw a m bullets caving his chest in
[chorus: bbg steppaa]
these n+ggas want me dead, so i keep a gun
lack once, bullets making you run
sh+lls hitting your top and it’s making you runts
and i know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
we shoot like the lakers, come try if you want
make you cry to your savior, that’s for tryna stunt
i got haters, the opps in a blunt
you gone run through that side i go run through the front
these n+ggas want me dead, so i keep a gun
lack once, bullets making you run
sh+lls hitting your top and it’s making you runts
and i know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
we shoot like the lakers, come try if you want
make you cry to your savior, that’s for tryna stunt
i got haters, the opps in a blunt
you gone run through that side i go run through the front

[verse 2: drose]
you go in through the front
ain’t gone lie them lil n+ggas done
shooting my sets say no more here we come
and b+tch don’t try to run it’s a beam on this gun
most of them n+ggas got turned into runts
smoke his dad cause that boy gotta punch
shots to his tummy he be fiending for lunch
and them n+ggas ain’t spin they been breathing for months
s block you know the vibes
this sh+t stolen drive like it’s mine
she gone throw it back i’ma jump right behind
cartier all my homies the day that i sign
your brodie died you ain’t do sh+t but whine
go load up and put in some work with that 9
shh got hit i’m surprised he survive
18 dead homies a lot of them died
tell them free sos wait til he home
we gone turn him to toast
f+ck shooting far b+tch i’m getting up close
your brother got hit he ain’t spin he a joke
if you know you know but i know you broke
how is you dissing us n+gga?
it ain’t none y’all dead to us n+gga
when the last time y’all slid on us n+gga
if it’s smoke come get rid of us n+gga
[chorus: bbg steppaa]
these n+ggas want me dead, so i keep a gun
lack once, bullets making you run
sh+lls hitting your top and it’s making you runts
and i know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
we shoot like the lakers, come try if you want
make you cry to your savior, that’s for tryna stunt
i got haters, the opps in a blunt
you gone run through that side i go run through the front
these n+ggas want me dead, so i keep a gun
lack once, bullets making you run
sh+lls hitting your top and it’s making you runts
and i know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
we shoot like the lakers, come try if you want
make you cry to your savior, that’s for tryna stunt
i got haters, the opps in a blunt
you gone run through that side i go run through the front

- bbg steppaa lyrics

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