Steppers - Yo Gotti/Moneybagg Yo/42 Dugg/EST Gee/Mozzy/Blac Youngsta/CMG The Label
Lyrics by：Demario White/Dion Hayes/Eric Sloan/George Stone III/Indyah Mcalister/Liam McAllister/Mario Mims/Mateen Niknam/Sammie Benson/Samuel Gloade/Timothy Patterson
Composed by：Demario White/Dion Hayes/Eric Sloan/George Stone III/Indyah Mcalister/Liam McAllister/Mario Mims/Mateen Niknam/Sammie Benson/Samuel Gloade/Timothy Patterson
30 on me
I'ma cut a fool
Callin' all the steppers to the front
Get ready for the show
Ayy
It's on
We always number one when **** get thumped
They ain't think Ric was comin' home
Calling all the rangers to the front
Come on
Get ready for the show
Come on
Let's go
Come on
Let's go
I'm always number one
I'm at the front
*****
Now
No one has to know
Ah
Ugh
Ugh
Go
Step how you want me to step for you
Don't be no crash dummy
I ain't gon' tell you do nun' I wouldn't do
Nope
I'm just bein' a hunnid
Push for me the same way I push for you
In the street
Your credit good until it ain't
Facts
No snitchin'
Won't tell the truth
Sky blue coupe
I drop the roof
Stretch
Bought a lil' puppy for my boo
Nah
You can see my **** through the tint
Ask Johnny
Five thousand a tooth
Spanish ***** call me
Papi chu
Free my lil' Doggie
Cut 'em loose
While they at it
Free Shiesty
Pooh
Heavy steppin' on **** like boots
Bagg
Yeah
Ain't nobody know nothin' but n***as still told
Yola
Real snow
Put half on it
And it's still strong
Stressin' searchin' through my dresser drawer
All my pills gone
You did it first
I came through
Did it worse so I don't feel wrong
Rico tried to warn me 'bout a cross over the jail phone
Sprayin' Magic on the envelope
We put his mail on
Shirt off when I skrrt off
Need the Lamb' rose
Brodie was my friend since we was kids
We were sharin' clothes
Still give 'em a headstone
N***a
Calling all the rangers to the front
Step for me
Stretch sum'n
Get ready for the show
Let's go
Let's go
I'm always number one
I'm at the front
Ah
Duh
Now
No one has to know
Free Budd
Callin' all the steppers to the front
Step for me
Get ready for the show
Ayy
Stretch sum'n
Stretch sum'n
We always number one when **** get thumped
Ah
Duh
Now
No one has to know
Free Budd
Ayy
I'm back
*****
And I still like to smack ****
Whack ****
Might leave a couple up in Saks fifth
**** 'em if he ain't with me
Not the West
I'm from the East
Stretch sum'n and get up with me
You know that we pay our tabs
On the dash
Still droppin' fives
One of one
I cop 'em fast
Track the car
I'm speedin'
N***a
Kill me 'fore I need a n***a
Who said we was even
N***a
'09
I was readin'
N***a
'010
I was leavin'
N***a
If I said I changed
Believe it
N***a
Diamonds crazy
You n***as fugazi
I ain't never been lazy
Count up the million
Hand for hand
Band for band
Gram for gram
I can go Cullinan for Cullinan
I can go Lamb' for Lamb'
I can go mansion for mansion
I can go acres in land
I just bought a penthouse
Five million in Atlanta
Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom
Yeah
I'm big Gotti
Never sleepin' on the business
Wake up
Callin' all the gangsters to the front
Perfect attendance
Yup
Big
Gotti
Calling all the rangers to the front
Step for me
Stretch sum'n
Get ready for the show
Let's go
Let's go
I'm always number one
I'm at the front
Ah
Duh
Now
No one has to know
Free Budd
Callin' all the steppers to the front
Step for me
Get ready for the show
Ayy
Stretch sum'n
Stretch sum'
We always number one when **** get thumped
Ah
Duh
Now
No one has to know
Free Budd
Steppin' on ****
Free my n***a 42
We come blow you
Free the gang
Other n***as couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you
Ain't no T I
Lil Flip situation
We beefin'
I h*e you
Blow your brains
I take out your whole bloodline like I'm supposed to
I don't know you
Gang
Gang
Spin the block
Knock the fans out the window
You hear the chop'
Woo
That's the mop
Set you up with a *****
Look like Vivica Fox
P***y
He went for the plot so she took him down for a AP watch
Ice
Sliced him with a blade
In his own crib
Make the neighbors watch
Drop a ten
We gon' box him in soon as she drop her pin
You know my money good
Tell lil' bruh
Lock that in
Lock that in
Got to hand the 'migos passes
You is not my kin
It's either death or jail with us
This **** is not gon' end
We steppin'
Modify the weapons
How the lines and steppers willin' to die behind they sections
Catch him
That's a blessin' 'cause n***as ain't outside
You calculatin' attempteds
You must be out your mind
Free all the guys
Yeah
Callin' all the steppers to the front
Get ready for the show
Ayy
I'm always number one
I'm at the front
Now
No one has to know
