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unknwn303 - HotSteppas (feat. 1100 Himself, EBK BCKDOE, swervo2x & Miiir) Lyrics



unknwn303 - HotSteppas (feat. 1100 Himself, EBK BCKDOE, swervo2x & Miiir) Lyrics
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Nigga this exotic in my lungs nigga
(That nigga Miiir made the beat here we go again)
No I ain't finna die, I ain't gonna go broke, my money multiply like populations
2024, man I damn near graduated early
Anyone tryna press, I make the choppa sound how the fat lady sing
Brodie got a new kit, come here let's test that diamond ring
The box state act like they don't know me and f*cking swervo
When we been shooting shit up, choppas made him do the urkel
Touched they dreads up, cause they didn't do f*cking uh oh nigga
Damn that's crazy brodie
Here comes the hotsteppers, don't be yelling bout that f*cking murder
Some lyrical gangsters with one up in the head, them fingers on them triggers
Pick up the crew grab some drank, brodie not no f*cking liquor
Yeah we live like that, shit concealed, don't interfere
Me and my niggas we some murderers (aye aye)
You feel me nigga, I'm a murderer
I'll make sure niggas never heard of you
And its a knot up in my hood and then I'm serving them
And I got drank up in my cup so now I'm swerving
I pass the ball to my nigga kyrie irving
Now you worried bout my pockets and my earnings
I catch a nigga out of pocket I'ma burn 'em
One thing fasho, two things for certain
Niggas look like some real Steve Urkels, Im on that block with that 13th purple
He think he tough but I know he purpin', He think he tough but I know he purpin'
Nah for real nigga, stop the tough talk
Behind tint up in the Benz getting sucked off, And then I press the gas pedal then I swept off
I took a dollar out her shit then I snuck off, I took a dollar out her shit then I snuck off
Baby got two black eyes she tryna f*ck raw
She looked at me dumb and said sum, so I punched jaw
Catch me out the way getting cheese probably tucked off
Dozing off, damn near hit a wall when I was off the cup
She pulled my dick out cause I was hard, but I ain't tryna hump
They booked me for the lil wassaname but I ain't even come
Probably finna touch another hundred in a couple months
Probably finna touch a hundred bands, nigga free styling
Baby stain finna pop doe damn near deep fry 'em
Everyone tryna bite the flow so it's three Mani's
Blood doing ten in the pen, Nigga free Jonny
Poppin' out with dawg, Like I'm Jonny test
Yelling bout that murder, pussy boy I'm never ducking wreck
How the f*ck you send a hundred shots, I got the opps upset
7.62's hit a nigga face, I'm tryna flip the bed
Nigga you a bitch, like nigga watch your tone
Yelling bout that gang shit, nigga you is not put on
7.62 hit a nigga face I'm tryna bless his homie
Nigga talking on the net I keep that stick on me
7.62 hit a bitch for talking hot, yelling bout that murder, unknown we beating the block
7.62 hit a nigga face I swear I won't drop
Niggas been two timing, these niggas be opps
Nigga talking on the net like nigga back it up
Catch me over there, me and unknown finna pack sum
Nigga steady talking on the net, he got a ghost gun
Feel like R3.totebabyks I'm finna smoke one
You ain't ever been no killer better watch your tone
Niggas yelling gang shit get up off my phone
HotSteppin' in this bitch it's the two timer
Niggas yelling bout that murder you is not sliding
No I ain't finna die, I ain't gonna go broke, my money multiply like populations
2024, man I damn near graduated early
Anyone tryna press, I make the choppa sound how the fat lady sing
Brodie got a new kit, come here let's test that diamond ring
The box state act like they don't know me and f*cking swervo
When we been shooting shit up, choppas made him do the urkel
Touched they dreads up, cause they didn't do f*cking uh oh nigga
Damn that's crazy brodie, here comes the hotsteppers
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Nigga this exotic in my lungs nigga
(That nigga Miiir made the beat here we go again)
No I ain't finna die, I ain't gonna go broke, my money multiply like populations
2024, man I damn near graduated early
Anyone tryna press, I make the choppa sound how the fat lady sing
Brodie got a new kit, come here let's test that diamond ring
The box state act like they don't know me and f*cking swervo
When we been shooting shit up, choppas made him do the urkel
Touched they dreads up, cause they didn't do f*cking uh oh nigga
Damn that's crazy brodie
Here comes the hotsteppers, don't be yelling bout that f*cking murder
Some lyrical gangsters with one up in the head, them fingers on them triggers
Pick up the crew grab some drank, brodie not no f*cking liquor
Yeah we live like that, shit concealed, don't interfere
Me and my niggas we some murderers (aye aye)
You feel me nigga, I'm a murderer
I'll make sure niggas never heard of you
And its a knot up in my hood and then I'm serving them
And I got drank up in my cup so now I'm swerving
I pass the ball to my nigga kyrie irving
Now you worried bout my pockets and my earnings
I catch a nigga out of pocket I'ma burn 'em
One thing fasho, two things for certain
Niggas look like some real Steve Urkels, Im on that block with that 13th purple
He think he tough but I know he purpin', He think he tough but I know he purpin'
Nah for real nigga, stop the tough talk
Behind tint up in the Benz getting sucked off, And then I press the gas pedal then I swept off
I took a dollar out her shit then I snuck off, I took a dollar out her shit then I snuck off
Baby got two black eyes she tryna f*ck raw
She looked at me dumb and said sum, so I punched jaw
Catch me out the way getting cheese probably tucked off
Dozing off, damn near hit a wall when I was off the cup
She pulled my dick out cause I was hard, but I ain't tryna hump
They booked me for the lil wassaname but I ain't even come
Probably finna touch another hundred in a couple months
Probably finna touch a hundred bands, nigga free styling
Baby stain finna pop doe damn near deep fry 'em
Everyone tryna bite the flow so it's three Mani's
Blood doing ten in the pen, Nigga free Jonny
Poppin' out with dawg, Like I'm Jonny test
Yelling bout that murder, pussy boy I'm never ducking wreck
How the f*ck you send a hundred shots, I got the opps upset
7.62's hit a nigga face, I'm tryna flip the bed
Nigga you a bitch, like nigga watch your tone
Yelling bout that gang shit, nigga you is not put on
7.62 hit a nigga face I'm tryna bless his homie
Nigga talking on the net I keep that stick on me
7.62 hit a bitch for talking hot, yelling bout that murder, unknown we beating the block
7.62 hit a nigga face I swear I won't drop
Niggas been two timing, these niggas be opps
Nigga talking on the net like nigga back it up
Catch me over there, me and unknown finna pack sum
Nigga steady talking on the net, he got a ghost gun
Feel like R3.totebabyks I'm finna smoke one
You ain't ever been no killer better watch your tone
Niggas yelling gang shit get up off my phone
HotSteppin' in this bitch it's the two timer
Niggas yelling bout that murder you is not sliding
No I ain't finna die, I ain't gonna go broke, my money multiply like populations
2024, man I damn near graduated early
Anyone tryna press, I make the choppa sound how the fat lady sing
Brodie got a new kit, come here let's test that diamond ring
The box state act like they don't know me and f*cking swervo
When we been shooting shit up, choppas made him do the urkel
Touched they dreads up, cause they didn't do f*cking uh oh nigga
Damn that's crazy brodie, here comes the hotsteppers
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Writer: Angel R, Kobe B, Immanuelle H, Damani L
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Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Angel R, Kobe B, Immanuelle H, Damani L
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