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yv nunez - line stepper lyrics

[intro: charlie murphy sample]
b+tch!
“things, like, escalated to the point where
you know, my man got too familiar
and i ended up having to whip his ass
man you know, because, you know
he stepped across the line…
habitually. he’s a habitual line stepper.”

[verse: yv nunez]
glock 45 finna cry like a baby
talk too much, get smoked like gravy
steppin’ in blood, lil’ bro actin’ crazy
i keep a stick like a blind old lady
yo big bro died and you ain’t do sh+t
still wearin’ his chain? you a certified b+tch
slid through his block and i emptied the clip
now his mama outside screamin’, “why’d they hit?”
he punchin’ the air, now his mans in a spliff
you better not run, that beam won’t miss
shoot through his hoodie, now his logo drip
caught him lackin’ at school, now the hallway lit
ar bark, that b+tch got mannеrs
still took his plate, i don’t care who his planner
triеd to duck shots, now he bleedin’ on camera
tell his b+tch stop cryin’, i ain’t into that glamour
i don’t fight, b+tch, i let bullets decide
pop out the dark like a demon inside
got two drums, one on each side
hit his whip, now he crashed and fried
if i ever go broke, i’m robbin’ the pastor
sn+tched up a opp and beat him faster
shot his lil’ cousin, i’m a natural disaster
caught him on live and made him stutter with laughter
spin with a .9, leave brains on the dash
p+ss on his grave, then i post the stash
your dad got dropped? i don’t give a f+ck
we smoke on that pack and reload the truck
glock in my jeans got my beltline heavy
he reached for his sh+t, now his shirt all messy
told his girl get out ‘fore i catch me a case
she ain’t wanna leave, so i shot through the vase
i don’t show love, just murder and pills
he begged for his life, then i gave him chills
my bro got hit, now i’m itchin’ to k!ll
on gang, i’m slidin’ with nothin’ but steel
walk down close like we signin’ a deal
his blood on my kicks, i stepped for real
i’ll shoot at a cop, a judge, or a pastor
whole courtroom can get turned to a casket
don’t speak to my b+tch if you scared of the blast
she keep her glock tucked right under her lashes
ops cl!ckin’ up, they lookin’ for hope
we set up a trap, now they all got smoked
ridin’ with two sticks like i’m trained for the snow
shoot first, i ain’t never goin’ out broke
[outro: yv nunez]
yv b+tch
line steppers get lined up
october tenth, we outside, no masks
8th vid, 8th drop, 8th f+ckin’ body
rip whoever play dumb
(pew, pew, pew—gunshot echoes)

- yv nunez lyrics

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