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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Steppa Lyrics
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(Hoodrich shot that shit)
(Berge always flexin')
(It's Malik on the track)

They don't know me, I'm doin' fine, so let 'em talk about me
You better keep your head on in the streets
Buss a nigga head, everybody say sad scene
They know murder only comin' with me
I'm a motherf*ckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherf*ckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherf*ckin'-

I'm a motheruckin' contractor now, ah
I can't put my cleats on and come out right now
But come to me, I guarantee you speak that you gon' hear a sound
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, grrt, baow, baow)
I was sittin' inside my cell, I was countin' bricks
I was countin' on yo' mail to get me through this
But more than anything I wanted was your loyalty
Like you ain't f*ck with that and ain't nobody f*ck with this
But I could make your bezel glist', earrings and big necklace
Since sixteen had foreign cars, I'm sayin' that I been flexin'
You could try to book, I step like Bigfoot, bitch
I worked for everything I own, who gon' die about this shit?
Rider, rider, I got shottas
What you wan' do? It's 6 Da Crew and NBA, 4KTrey
I dare one of you pussy niggas play
Gon' get shot in your face
That ain't nothin' but a early grave
You better watch what the f*ck you say
I done sat up in that ho for thirty days while they investigating
I done sat up in that car, just stakin' out, you know Lil' Top gon' spray it
Tryna keep my money up but f*ckin' up, I'm lovin' her
But the truth, shorty bad for the game
I ain't goin' insane (I ain't goin' insane)
Keep my mental (keep my mental)
Keep my pistol (keep my pistol)
I ain't crashin' like these other niggas (ain't crashin' like these other niggas)
I'ma get money (I'ma get money)
I'ma keep on smokin' (I'ma keep on smokin')
And I'ma keep gettin' loaded (keep gettin' loaded)
I'ma keep on pourin'
Keep on pourin' while I send 'em hitters

Rrah, baow-baow-baow
While I send 'em hitters
Rrah, baow-baow-baow
While I send 'em hitters
Rrah, baow-baow-baow
While I send 'em hitters
Rrah, baow-baow-baow
While I send 'em hitters

They don't know me, I'm doin' fine, so let 'em talk about me
You better keep your head on in the streets
Buss a nigga head, everybody say sad scene
They know murder only comin' with me
I'm a motherf*ckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherf*ckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherf*ckin'-

I'm a motheruckin' contractor now, ah
I can't put my cleats on and come out right now
But come to me, I guarantee you speak that you gon' hear a sound
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, grrt, baow, baow)
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(Hoodrich shot that shit)
(Berge always flexin')
(It's Malik on the track)

They don't know me, I'm doin' fine, so let 'em talk about me
You better keep your head on in the streets
Buss a nigga head, everybody say sad scene
They know murder only comin' with me
I'm a motherf*ckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherf*ckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherf*ckin'-

I'm a motheruckin' contractor now, ah
I can't put my cleats on and come out right now
But come to me, I guarantee you speak that you gon' hear a sound
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, grrt, baow, baow)
I was sittin' inside my cell, I was countin' bricks
I was countin' on yo' mail to get me through this
But more than anything I wanted was your loyalty
Like you ain't f*ck with that and ain't nobody f*ck with this
But I could make your bezel glist', earrings and big necklace
Since sixteen had foreign cars, I'm sayin' that I been flexin'
You could try to book, I step like Bigfoot, bitch
I worked for everything I own, who gon' die about this shit?
Rider, rider, I got shottas
What you wan' do? It's 6 Da Crew and NBA, 4KTrey
I dare one of you pussy niggas play
Gon' get shot in your face
That ain't nothin' but a early grave
You better watch what the f*ck you say
I done sat up in that ho for thirty days while they investigating
I done sat up in that car, just stakin' out, you know Lil' Top gon' spray it
Tryna keep my money up but f*ckin' up, I'm lovin' her
But the truth, shorty bad for the game
I ain't goin' insane (I ain't goin' insane)
Keep my mental (keep my mental)
Keep my pistol (keep my pistol)
I ain't crashin' like these other niggas (ain't crashin' like these other niggas)
I'ma get money (I'ma get money)
I'ma keep on smokin' (I'ma keep on smokin')
And I'ma keep gettin' loaded (keep gettin' loaded)
I'ma keep on pourin'
Keep on pourin' while I send 'em hitters

Rrah, baow-baow-baow
While I send 'em hitters
Rrah, baow-baow-baow
While I send 'em hitters
Rrah, baow-baow-baow
While I send 'em hitters
Rrah, baow-baow-baow
While I send 'em hitters

They don't know me, I'm doin' fine, so let 'em talk about me
You better keep your head on in the streets
Buss a nigga head, everybody say sad scene
They know murder only comin' with me
I'm a motherf*ckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherf*ckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherf*ckin'-

I'm a motheruckin' contractor now, ah
I can't put my cleats on and come out right now
But come to me, I guarantee you speak that you gon' hear a sound
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, grrt, baow, baow)
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Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Malik Bynoe-Fisher, Berge.af
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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