Steppa Lyrics

Real steppa, yeah

Me hear anyone on a pu**y
Dark and ignorant, gruesome
77 billion sent from the broomstick
F**k down on a pu**y
Free me artist, one love!

He say that, what kind of style that?
Focus and make them find him in a pile of maggot
Celebrity clouted with him style of pu**y
Trying to collapse your time, don't rethink say Tyler need to buy them a watch
Pressing machine to your back, we pu**y we fly them at top
Only Tyler matching, missiles make them dive in a box
A five in a plot, the pressure them a diamond at top
Yeah big up Masyka you do it, but not the side with the opps
The little crooked lizard, don't make me duppy the lot
Fool him up with the mac, make body go peedi-bop
Insense me attack, while him talk him no bat
Switch when I water the pu**y, mind me send him up inna god
No more than a fear bro, and when you go for your dart
Money makes sure about we go inna rap
Jump them catch work, almost sit on a trap
Me gun salt but me no see Jamal

Me Glock shake off
Turn a boy face in a play-doh
Headshot when I stand close
I be a killer on the payroll
We fire, chip on the Glock, one press we fire
Inna the streets when we left the fire
Chip on the Glock, one press we fire

Me no care could a Malidang, could a Taliban
Any bloodclaat DJ me clap it pan
Dark like African, yellow tape traffic jam
Boy will get beat like Pooh Bear
Me have the Glock in a charge with the appleton
Them on a match for me even if TikTok is on
Them know they're on the battlefield and just a chop in land
I say the word and tell me what the gwan
I make winner kick can

Me Glock shake off
Turn a boy face in a play-doh
Headshot when I stand close
I be a killer on the payroll
We fire, chip on the Glock, one press we fire
Inna the streets when we left the fire
Chip on the Glock, one press we fire

Dog who fat, me name me no call yet
Dog in a far fetch
Tell them say make them catch a youth and me no style it
The war type could touch everything and me I carve it
Me drug the whole of unnu pu**y like carpet
Me love quake a big artist and me target
Pu**y anyone on a steppa if you no want that
Fire more dark less, and a more darkness
Run up gang inna your place, one la press!

Me Glock shake off
Turn a boy face in a play-doh
Headshot when I stand close
I be a killer on the payroll
We fire, chip on the Glock, one press we fire
Inna the streets when we left the fire
Chip on the Glock, one press we fire
Me just this come and want this
Me no need no friend, come no no
Hold on a pu**y
Deh so deh, burn up!
Burn up gang!
Cleve!
F**k down a dog!
True me F**k up the pu**y!