Certified Steppas (Single 2021)

Текст песни Est Gee and Prince Taee, Hitta J3 - Certified Steppas (Single 2021)

(Let this beat talk crazy)
(Hundred bands for a kilo)
Been on
Certified, ain't a block that I won't spin on
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ayy, young and rich, baby, I been on
Real certified stepper, ain't a block that I won't spin on
I stayed down on all ten of 'em
Five bitches, they all brought a friend, I'm tryna fuck all ten of 'em
Yeah, he a lil' nigga, but he run up them big numbers
He thought I was just rappin', fuck around and put them hits on him
I told big bro, "What's on the floor?" It's 'bout to be a big summer
First they wasn't checkin' for me, now they keep them checks comin'

That's why these niggas get no love from me, huh
These bitches, they can't get enough of me
I keep fifty in my jeans, fittin' snug on me
Brand new Ferrari, brought it clean with that blood money
Yeah, I got long money
Hundred on my neck, water on me, no sea jet
Draft day in the game, NFL first round pick
I'm who they wanna be, got the city on my back
That money came to me and I fell in love

Let your gun blow
We ain't really picky, put this bitch on who he love most
I go out a gangster on ten toes, just let my son know
First plug was Jamaican, he wouldn't take me where his buds grow
Made a big mistake, I'll smile in your face, lay down like a snake
In them bushes, pop out, have you shook up, black out to your face
I can't never wait, I participate
Worth a million, but still might go spend a bill where a nigga stay
I don't play, found out where he stay
Fly today, ain't no time to waste
I ain't got time to wait, keep goin', no breaks
Rock solid, no shake
So much water, levees break
I'm that nigga, give or take
Fuck what all your niggas say
You dead broke and in the way

That's why these niggas get no love from me, huh
These bitches, they can't get enough of me
I keep fifty in my jeans, fittin' snug on me
Brand new Ferrari, brought it clean with that blood money
Yeah, I got long money
Hundred on my neck, water on me, no sea jet
Draft day in the game, NFL first round pick
I'm who they wanna be, got the city on my back
That money came to me and I fell in love

Put the blower in his mouth, we don't backbite
Thumper let it off in public, he ain't wrapped tight
Pull up in the i8 like Lil' Act, right?
I can get 'em dropped for eight, that's only a half pint
Blind to the scene, I don't know what happened that night
How you chicken checkin', but ain't help your baby black, right?
Niggas runnin' 'round like leprechauns for a pot of gold
It ain't rocket science, here the gospel
We get paid in full, press play, turn the movie on
Tryna swerve with the fully, make 'em lose control
Pushin' food outside, bring a doggy bowl
Bombsack, don't mention his name, that's all we smoke
Put a bitch on her knees, enter in my kingdom
Thinkin' snitchin' cool, he'll kill just to keep his freedom
Bullets got no names, but make sure you hit the right people
Goin' stupid, three bricks, a hundred thousand on a Cuban
After I hit your bitch, nickname her Mary J
I'll leave your ass a skeleton, but mine's Cartier
I can't help a nigga reach his expiration date
Reaper Gang take a nigga life, he had a debt to pay
Ask God for forgiveness, I wasn't raised this way
Learned about him talkin' out his neck, so we aimed his way
We playin' chess, all the pawns get knocked off the board
Got James and Bompton, T-M-L, I got all they ward