Lor Flames - Stepping on niggaz freestyle Lyrics

Redi tata all my niggas like, we about that cheddar
Yea that mack eleven, and biretta
Say ah, you dumb ass niggaz
I hop out the WIP, with a gun and clip

You know my shorty bad, and plus she super thick
You know my niggaz killin, we on stupid shit
And if a nigga get outta line, then we shoot shit
Yeah, yeah, bitch we wit the shits

I been wildin' out, been thuggin' hard since the Lor jit
I never forfeit, and if a nigga get up out of line
I blow his ass down with this four'five
My shit got big kick, my shorty we got big swing

She don't love me, she just love how my dick swing
Yeah, yeah, I let my scrap pop
What you mean young boy, I'm from them back blocks
Where them boys they will, kill you over crack rock

Yeah, yeah, blood on the black top
Ah-Ah, we go to war, but this is black opps
I'm a Muslim young nigga, I'm a black opp
Yeah, you already know just call it Ahki

We can get it poppin, nigga, f*ck the paparazzi
We be out this bitch with a bottle
I be gassed up, mash da gas like a model
Nah, nah, I'm on gas like a throttle

Bitch, we goin' in like we tippy out the bottle
First nigga move, that's the nigga catch a hollow
And these niggaz rattin yeah, they pussy singing high notes
This is a freestyle

Yeah, no pen to pad, nigga
Ah, yea this shit, it's for the head, nigga
A lot of niggasz, they be trippin' and they dead, nigga
Ah-Ah, you don't want to be a dead, nigga

Yeah, I'm been stepping on this mother f*ckin' beat, man
No hook, nigga
No pen, no mother f*ckin' pad, I'm the best
No contest, who ready for combat

We on all that, we on all that
You can get your skull cracked with a ball bat
Yeah, nigga, this is what I call facts
This is not rap, this is a life story

Shout-out to my nigga, Meety and Cory
We be in this bitch with a big tool
I'm a lor nigga, but I'm a big dude
She, I don't even love, me love how the dick move

Yeah, I'm young black, bitch, I'm slick, cool
If I walked up in the club, I'd brought the blic through
Oh, oh, that's just how it go
Bitch, I'm trapped out, man, I got them by the Loads

And my niggaz countin' dollars, plus we countin' souls
You know what it is, you know where we at
We be turnt up, thug life in the back
I be spinnin' to the max, f*ck the bitch, pull out a track

We don't conversate the lames, f*ck the police, chalk the rest
You be chasin' cheese when my niggas chasin' cheese
We be real life when you niggaz make believe
Chopa bullet's bust, bitch, it's gonna make you lean

Yeah, my bitch bad and she black like Maybelline
I'ma f*ck her, make her cream, then she scream out Flames
Hoe-ass niggas already know I do my thing
Posted in the hood, yeah, I'm swervin' good

And I'm smokin' good, and I wish a nigga would
Chit, chit, I wish a nigga would
Chit, chit, I wish a nigga would
Hoe-ass, just past me the mother f*cking bottle right now hahaha

I'm gassed up, they done got a nigga started in this bitch
You know how it go, I'm dumb and retarded, around this bitch A
Lor Flames Maine no pen no mother f*ckin pad
This shit easy, I do this shit

Bitch, let's go dumb, dumb
Wrep the city in the hood, I'm from, from
Got a hundred on 50 rounds, drum up on that gun
And first nigga that move, you know I'm going murk yo son

Whip her, dick all in that bitch, just like a slipper
I might f*ck her, then I might tip her
Yeah
Yeah