Steppa Pig

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Uncut with that topside (Style)

My brain fried, don't do drugs

Had two plugs, one just died (Style)

I'm up late, no talk show

Fiends pop up, who got blow (Everything about JPEGs, I like)

Socks with a hole, had a bank roll

Shop never close even when it's slow

Ain't no way, y'all **** never did shit for me (Shit for me)

Came up off that stove, had the recipe (The recipe)

Now I do this for my legacy (My legacy)

Cop four from my dog, gave me an extra three

You ain't never seen no pain till you lost everything

Make you wanna crash out and say fuck evеrything (Uh-uh)

But stuck to it like fly traps, no pockets swole, no icе packs

Now ask your bitch, "Do you like that?" (Do you like that?)

My young **** step for me, like Cole, Tommy, and Pam (Get to steppin')

You don't know shit about me, ****, who is your man?

Brown, gotta one extra like the BBC

White girls all me on me, for that

Love, my ****, roll it up

They career like Whitney in the bathtub

Sad as fuck (Style)

I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip

**** pocket watchin', all up in my wallet

Just keep it on the hush, hush

You ain't tough, ain't like us

Just be yourself if you need help

Uh, back in this bitch with the dope, she backin' it up for a gram

Baby, I cannot do nothing with hope, I'ma try molly and Xans

They tried to get me to ghost, boy, you ain't Kai, one twitch and you banned

Ninety degrees with a coat, ho, and I ain't showin' my hands

Uh, I make it harder to breathe

My Kimber like my emotions, I keep 'em both in my sleeve

I need more time to myself, I don't need advice, I just need to be

Back in this bitch, what's the issue?

You bitches ain't barkin' when you off the leash, fuck 'em

Uh, they don't got nothin' for me

It's like I been workin' for crumbs, now I'm feelin' free as my speech

Colin Kaep', I'm a free agent, cap the salary, free up my team

Y'all rap like replacements, they can't find a replacement for me

When I stalk your page and I see you livin' life respectfully

And I tell myself, "You didn't know her worth," and I draft apologies (Fuck)

Uh, check it out, man, look (Step it)

Uh, these **** act like I owe them

These **** be dickridin' for grown-ass men that don't even know them

They don't even come outside, don't ever see mans, late night like Conan

They off of that 2chan high, incels just can't let it go like Frozen

Bet if I let off these shots, no games, you finna just dance like Gotenks

White people love makin' excuses and bitchin', I guess it's what culture is for them

You know that this shit don't stop Black men that hate me usually tokens

Broke as hell and just mad people love me for me

Why they put on a front, and still nobody knows them?

Don't like when I talk like this (Nah)

'Cause they know that this shit is for them

These crackers love talkin' 'bout me and actin' like it's my job to ignore them

Bitch, please, still rich, still pretty, still tourin' (Please)

Still lit, still gritty, y'all boring

I don't fuck with you **** like Hogan

Trigger finger just be glitchin', it's programmed

I ain't take disrespect from no man

**** rap 'bout guns, don't own 'em

Y'all sippin' liquor, you can't even hold

I'm takin' shots everyday like DeRozan (Yee, yee, molly water)