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pg ra - lil stepper lyrics

[intro]:
yeah, yeah
neeko you made that mu….

[verse 1]:
lemme tell you ’bout this lil’ jit
ran off with 20 bands‚ he mr. counterfeit
and not to mention‚ it’s a ese who he f-ckin’ with
they introduced him to the jefe‚ now he think he lit
they took a ride outta town, on some vibin’ sh-t
had helicopters waitin’, ready – them lil’ choppa sh-ts
he said “lil’ bra‚ i’m finna take you where the product at”
think it’s yo time to run it up & make a lot of cash
now, lil’ jit ready, you know that’s right up his f-ckin’ alley
but‚ he don’t know that one mistake could k!ll his f-ckin’ family
& he don’t know that once you win, it ain’t no turning backwards
you either with him or you ain’t – but that’s when sh-t get tragic

[verse 2]:
a couple months done p-ssed by, and sh-t been goin’ smooth
jit gettin’ fresh as f-ck, but now, he just don’t go to school
he keep that weapon tucked, run up & you gon’ make the news
stacked up some paper, went & bought hisself a 2-door coupe
started f-ckin’ on this foreign – sh-t, i think her name was blu
but she was older – he was 16, she was 22
so, she exposed his -ss to certain sh-t he never knew
she had him taking trips, and doin’ sh-t he never do
but that’s the power of the p-ssy – when it’s wet, it’s gushin’
she givin’ head while they in traffic – makin’ lil one push it
yeah, he got tint – but all that swervin’ got the police lookin’
they hit them lights, and he took flight
but f-cked ’round, left his pistol
d-mn, he should’ve took it with him

[verse 3]:
now she goin’ through the system
made a call later that night
told him to come and get her
jit paranoid, so he don’t really wanna deal with her
he know them narcs tryna make that lil’ b-tch make a deal with him
if so, she gettin’ k!lled, n-gg-
‘now, he gettin’ a call from his ese
he say they got a meeting set up with the jefe
i heard they got his sister caught up in a gun case
so he gon’ need for both of us to double up on our weight’
now, jit just sittin’, thinkin’, like “ain’t no f-ckin’ way”
he quiet as a mouse, ’cause he don’t know what to say
he think them n-gg-s wanna meet up, cause they know he to blame
just havin’ f-ck sh-t on his conscience, starting to f-ck wit’ his brain
he packed his bag, & grabbed his racks, he finna skip a few states
and told his folks to try to go and chill out for a few days
what he don’t know is jefe had some n-gg-s outside his place
open his door, before you know it – he caught 3 to the face

[outro]:
lemme tell you bout this lil’ stepper
he barely go to school, but he still got his weapon
he be tryna play it cool, his teachers know he reckless
and he gon’ play it by the rules, but bend ’em if you let him

lemme tell you bout this lil’ stepper
his only role model was conficted felons
he keep the pole on him, yeah lil’ jit’ll wet ya
and he gon’ play it by the rules, but bend ’em if you let him

- pg ra lyrics

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