bbg steppaa – too uncomfortable lyrics
[intro]
like, like
[chorus]
when them rp’s hit his back, he ain’t know what the f+ck to do
like, them sh+ts made him too uncomfortable
and guns, we spark these at his hat, i like and love them ’cause they shoot
like, bro, he a rbz for a fact, let’s take that hike and hunt for them dudes
bro on that bike, finna go park his ass he better tied his shoes
you know you ain’t never seen no r get blasted, why you lying fool?
yeah, we’ll pop out, hit your arm and backend while you buyin’ food
or when you clock out, boy we on your ass so yeah, you dying fool
[verse]
y’all ain’t never seen your opposition face hit
we ride ’round with k’s, we catch a oppa slippin’, take this
yeah, we tryna invade whatever block they getting pape’ in
like, i don’t got no patience
run up, then i face him
take one of mines, n+ggas gon’ die, that’s for a fact
how n+ggas sliding for that n+gga? sending shots that’s for a rat
and i ain’t never hiding from no n+gga, send them shots i’ll send them back
like, sh+t ain’t stoppin’ ’til he in a pack
n+ggas outta pocket so we handle that
ayy, brother bhk, i ain’t forget about your dead ass
them other n+ggas we keep pluckin’ getting did bad
i ride ’round with fifty like it’s nothing in this d+mn mag
that’s what they get, n+ggas was stickin’, they untouchable we did that
we hopped out, he ain’t blow his bl!ck
glock out, d+mn he slow as sh+t
let’s rock out, make him post his pic
knockout, d+mn he overslipped
i was that young lil’ n+gga with mop out, tryna roast me and toast me a b+tch
and h+ll no i ain’t dumb, but yeah n+gga i dropped out, man i couldn’t even focus a bit
[chorus]
when them rp’s hit his back, he ain’t know what the f+ck to do
like, them sh+ts made him too uncomfortable
and guns, we spark these at his hat, i like and love them ’cause they shoot
like, bro, he a rbz for a fact, let’s take that hike and hunt for them dudes
bro on that bike, finna go park his ass he better tied his shoes
you know you ain’t never seen no r get blasted, why you lying fool?
yeah, we’ll pop out, hit your arm and backend while you buyin’ food
or when you clock out, boy we on your ass so yeah, you dying fool
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