TTS Hostile – Steppas Lyrics
Artist: TTS Hostile
Song: Steppas
(ay,uh) Gang sign put on blast boy we banging TTS
Dirty drake it got a drum like we gon hang ‘em like a dress
Flip the whip, we spinna’ benz until we put that boy to rest, aim at ya head ain’t shootin’ low so you ain’t finna need a vest
They call me toni, i’m gon step until the bottom of my feet hurt
Blarr got put to rest he had his funeral on a T-shirt
Steppas light him up like it was 4 up in the 7, optics on ‘em
I’ll pull the trigger send that boy to heaven (to heaven, uh)
Put these shells inside his stomach they might think i’m cooking tacos
f#ck the world like n#gg#, i’m just tryna stack up on my guapo
Knock his meat right out his body dry his #ss up like some nacho
Boy the ‘dale a trip you think you safe we banging like chicago
Opp hunters, we gon step until they gone (huh, until they gone)
I’m just feeling shiesty call me google keep a chrome (i keep a chrome boy)
Know it don’t take much to bust yo main n#gg# dome
Folks nem shoot like curry bro yo’ manz won’t make it home
(ay,uh) Gang sign put on blast boy we banging TTS
Dirty drake it got a drum like we gon hang ‘em like a dress
Flip the whip, we spinna’ benz until we put that boy to rest, aim at ya head ain’t shootin’ low so you ain’t finna need a vest
They call me toni, i’m gon step until the bottom of my feet hurt
Blarr got put to rest he had his funeral on a T-shirt
Steppas light him up like it was 4 up in the 7, optics on ‘em
I’ll pull the trigger send that boy to heaven
Gang steppas on ya block ah’ f#ck around and knock ya top off
Playin betta ask them lil n#gg#s who got dropped off
Knocked out, he claim he in the streets but he got rocked out (I wouldn’t let nobody b#tch me out, but that’s just me tho)
Uh, Toni, yea you know that ima step (b#tch ima step)
Pass me the gun b#tch you know i shoot like steph (curry)
You a athelete but out here in these streets we got no ref (ain’t got no ref)
He think this sh#t sweet, f#ck around and meet his death
Ion play with lil’ kids b#tch, where yo f#cking beard?
Betta stay wit’ that lil’ highpoint b#tch, ‘cause we in yo rear
f#cked his b#tch i pound ha’ hard i think i made her shed a tear
He a hoe i took his b#tch and f#cked ha under the chandelier
(ay, uh) Gang sign put on blast boy we banging TTS
Dirty drake it got a drum like we gon hang ‘em like a dress
Flip the whip, we spinna’ benz until we put that boy to rest, aim at ya head ain’t shootin’ low so you ain’t finna need a vest
They call me toni, i’m gon step until the bottom of my feet hurt
Blarr got put to rest he had his funeral on a T-shirt
Steppas light him up like it was 4 up in the 7, optics on ‘em
I’ll pull the trigger send that boy to heaven (to heaven, uh)
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Release Year: 2022