spinabenz - stepped on lyrics
[verse 1]
you goin be like the last n+gga we stepped on
i’m shootin in this n+gga vest in the same place tryna break his teflon
f+ck that n+gga we swing this b+tch broad day giving out headstones
any opp n+gga i see gotta get slayed
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and a whole lot of people say i’m dead wrong
b+tch i don’t care though
1,2,3 blast a rocket blow a n+gga head off
i’m mad for this spaz
what kind of pistol that lead out
it’s goin be a lot of dead n+ggas a lot of people say that i’m dead wrong
imma come through that b+tch n+gga everybody get a head stone
imma come through that b+tch feel like fred the flintstone
listen listen listen close and pay attention like these your last moment
you said you make people die you should know how this sh+t goin’
you say you a k!ller you say that you blow sh+t
if it’s true i know he knows it
trying make his death be so quick
i’m finna up, up the score b+tch
i got a choppa, mac, and a drac let all them talk that’s associates
sociopath don’t stand too close to me
three personalities
twin tornado kidd
b+tch my name spinabenz
they say i’m a f+ckin problem
this stupid n+gga finna die for some d+mn followers
i’m a star i can teach astronomy, hot n+gga broke the whole thermometer
f+ck n+gga go dig ya partner up
said it’s true n+gga ain’t no stoppin us
fight with me and the way he step
you would this this n+gga had a band following
he opp quit posting pictures stupid
n+gga that sh+t goin jam probably
i could tell he ain’t livin that sh+t just do that sh+t for the gram
obviously
probably be the next n+gga dead, man down, caution
[verse 2]
you going end up being like that last n+gga we stepped on
spraying repeatedly with my glock try to rip through this n+gga teflon
leave em lying dead and a whole lot of people that say i’m dead wrong
come through walk through that b+tch off day
n+gga everybody get a headstone grippin that iron
shots fired repeatedly n+ggas keep dyin
how the f+ck n+ggas say they don’t see that sh+t, that n+gga must be blind
i try to think good thoughts, murder on my mind
runnin your mouth you running that mother f+cker now he howlin
i want three mansions and an island
i want a benz truck no mileage
i got a main b+tch got low mileage
i want choppa heat i’m tired or chasin n+ggas, i’m getting tired
this b+tch sing like a choir
swear this b+tch sing like it’s keisha, like it’s ashanti, like it’s mariah
whitney houston i’m on 2x
spinz you best you slow that sh+t down
search google to see how you do that
loose lips sink ships
it’s common sense i thought you knew that
we’ll beat a n+gga blue back
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