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Big Stepper Yeah Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ni***, ayy Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my ni***, ayy I was taught to never show no love, my ni*** Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, ni***, I was plottin' on the million I want a billion, ni***, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me ni*** Bitch and I ride with the shooters, ayy Made my cousin a killer In that '15, I was neighborhood drug dealer I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, ni*** But I f*** that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, 'Persian Rugs,' ni***, uh Bought a brand new AP, it was 50,000 total It feel like the Flu Game, when I sold out the Novo I had to finesse and get the bag, I had mad dough though If he ain't tryna go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ni***, ayy Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my ni***, ayy I was taught to never show no love, my ni*** Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, ni***, I was plottin' on the million I want a billion, ni***, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Bird vision, band camp Had a bad bitch put a 100,000 in her spandex That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated Can't f*** with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated Thank God for all of these blue faces, I barely done made it Made 40,000 on new years, took a private to Vegas I been on promethazine so long, when I'm slidin' I'm faded I been tryin' to get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated I been touchin' all of these millions, I know they gon' hate it My chef cook up Filet Mignon, got sauce and then ate it Nigga I been ballin' every season like Kobe with eight All these niggas gon' hate I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this lil' baby Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ni***, ayy Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my ni***, ayy I was taught to never show no love, my ni*** Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, ni***, I was plottin' on the million I want a billion, ni***, so that's on God I ain't chillin'
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