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tts hostile - steppas lyrics

(ay,uh) gang sign put on blast boy we banging tts
dirty drake it got a drum like we gon hang ‘em like a dress
flip the whip, we spinna’ benz until we put that boy to rest, aim at ya head ain’t shootin’ low so you ain’t finna need a vest
they call me toni, i’m gon step until the bottom of my feet hurt
blarr got put to rest he had his funeral on a t+shirt
steppas light him up like it was 4 up in the 7, optics on ‘em
i’ll pull the trigger send that boy to heaven (to heaven, uh)

put these sh+lls inside his stomach they might think i’m cooking tacos
f+ck the world like n+gga, i’m just tryna stack up on my guapo
knock his meat right out his body dry his ass up like some nacho
boy the ‘dale a trip you think you safe we banging like chicago
opp hunters, we gon step until they gone (huh, until they gone)
i’m just feeling shiesty call me google keep a chrome (i keep a chrome boy)
know it don’t take much to bust yo main n+gga dome
folks nem shoot like curry bro yo’ manz won’t make it home
(ay,uh) gang sign put on blast boy we banging tts
dirty drake it got a drum like we gon hang ‘em like a dress
flip the whip, we spinna’ benz until we put that boy to rest, aim at ya head ain’t shootin’ low so you ain’t finna need a vest
they call me toni, i’m gon step until the bottom of my feet hurt
blarr got put to rest he had his funeral on a t+shirt
steppas light him up like it was 4 up in the 7, optics on ‘em
i’ll pull the trigger send that boy to heaven

gang steppas on ya block ah’ f+ck around and knock ya top off
playin betta ask them lil n+ggas who got dropped off
knocked out, he claim he in the streets but he got rocked out (i wouldn’t let n0body b+tch me out, but that’s just me tho)
uh, toni, yea you know that ima step (b+tch ima step)
pass me the gun b+tch you know i shoot like steph (curry)
you a athelete but out here in these streets we got no ref (ain’t got no ref)
he think this sh+t sweet, f+ck around and meet his death
ion play with lil’ kids b+tch, where yo f+cking beard?
betta stay wit’ that lil’ highpoint b+tch, ‘cause we in yo rear
f+cked his b+tch i pound ha’ hard i think i made her shed a tear
he a hoe i took his b+tch and f+cked ha under the chandelier

(ay, uh) gang sign put on blast boy we banging tts
dirty drake it got a drum like we gon hang ‘em like a dress
flip the whip, we spinna’ benz until we put that boy to rest, aim at ya head ain’t shootin’ low so you ain’t finna need a vest
they call me toni, i’m gon step until the bottom of my feet hurt
blarr got put to rest he had his funeral on a t+shirt
steppas light him up like it was 4 up in the 7, optics on ‘em
i’ll pull the trigger send that boy to heaven (to heaven, uh)

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