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glockboyz teejaee - stepping on ni99as lyrics

[intro]
come on, glockboyz, n+gga

[chorus]
man, i don’t tiptoe through the hood, i be steppin’ on these n+ggas
really steppin’ on these n+ggas
man, i can’t speak for everybody, my og raised a go+getter
i did my last b+tch so bold and she don’t even know i did it
right now, i’m f+ckin’ too many hoes to be treatin’ ’em all different
and i’m gettin’ too much money to f+ck a b+tch who ain’t gon’ listen
man, it get cold outside, i get a plane ticket, f+ck a coat
told her i’ll be gone for a minute, she like, “let me know”
shе like, “you always in the streets,” i’m like, “duh”
man, you’ll gеt your ass k!lled steppin’ on my 1s
man, you’ll get your ass k!lled right here in this club
i snuck the snubnose in here with me, that’s my favorite gun
fast money, that’s my favorite kind of money, i’ll k!ll you for them hundreds
man, i don’t care how bad you is, still treat you like you was nothin’
[verse]
man, still do you like my last b+tch
the ghetto f+cked me up, i always act like i never had sh+t
n+gga, my neck still gon’ cost me a hundred, i ain’t gon’ crash this
i be in the mall buyin’ clothes for nothin’, i ain’t into fashion
man, sad story, when your mans died, we was all laughin’
man, crackin’ up, i don’t pull inside no driveway, i be backin’ up
smokin’ weed, runnin’ late, somethin’ like tommy buns in belly
hoes be tryna rape a n+gga, i don’t get to tell ’em when i’m ready
n+ggas be cryin’ ’bout that money, broke as h+ll, king petty
i don’t be rapin’ none of these hoes, i only f+ck ’em when they let me
i keep it real with a b+tch, if i got a b+tch, you better not text me
she say she knew i was a gangster, pistol was hangin’ when she met me
and we just trafficking, we be selling drugs in our free time
i don’t know what i’ma say if i see jenea, i’ll probably freestyle
bad b+tches love f+ckin’ with these real n+ggas
i’m a real n+gga, come and f+ck with me
i ain’t always on no gangster sh+t, come and have some lunch with me
baby, i’m rich, i could fly you out of town, come spend a month with me
if i could sing, you’d probably be the one i make a song for
and, baby, if i had some kids, you’d probably be the one i had a son for
don’t trust n0body, i be askin’ where my gun go
and it be crazy, we be laughin’ when we slidin’, it be fun, bro
man, n+ggas hate me, sh+t, i’d hate me too
n+gga, i can get a hundred in a week, not no views
i met your b+tch out of town, why she blow me like a fuse?
man, then told me she be f+ckin’ ’round with you, i was confused
[chorus]
man, i don’t tiptoe through the hood, i be steppin’ on these n+ggas
really steppin’ on these n+ggas
man, i can’t speak for everybody, my og raised a go+getter
i did my last b+tch so bold and she don’t even know i did it
right now, i’m f+ckin’ too many hoes to be treatin’ ’em all different
and i’m gettin’ too much money to f+ck a b+tch who ain’t gon’ listen
man, it get cold outside, i get a plane ticket, f+ck a coat
told her i’ll be gone for a minute, she like, “let me know”
she like, “you always in the streets,” i’m like, “duh”
man, you’ll get your ass k!lled steppin’ on my 1s
man, you’ll get your ass k!lled right here in this club
i snuck the snubnose in here with me, that’s my favorite gun
fast money, that’s my—

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