Steppin In Blood (feat. BloodHound Q50)

(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)

First and foremost, free my slime

Shit get real, this not just rhymes

I got shot one time, not nine

The next day, somebody died

Suit and tie on, it's your funeral

Mama, aunties, daddies cryin'

Real shit, this not no drill

Call your daughter and tell her bye (Bye, daddy)

Uh, shoot at me and you gon' die

How the fuck you gangster?

You the type to get on stand and testify

Yeah, you know you could feel that fire

Yeah, you know you could feel that switch

I just made 10K off a glitch

I don't know what to pour up, the Wock' or the Tris

If you think you tough and big and bad, we get on your ass

Wanna catch next day up your play, hit me, I got glass

I'ma tell you once, get out your feelings and get up in your bag

My new bitch got ass and pretty, it make your main bitch look like trash

Mention Scoom, that's my fastest way to crash

I'ma fuckin' pass right to my brother just like my name Steve Nash

I ain't tryna talk, bitch, my BOA on for a dime

I come from a city where murders cool and they don't solve the crime

First and foremost, free my slime

Shit get real, this not just rhymes

I got shot one time, not nine

The next day, somebody died

Suit and tie on, it's your funeral

Mama, aunties, daddies cryin'

Real shit, this not no drill

Call your daughter and tell her bye (Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother, bye, daddy)

Uh, go

**** play with one of mines, somebody gon' end up dyin'

Bodies droppin' back to back, ain't goin' eye for eye

Everywhere I go, I tote my fire

Old-ass goofy can't guard a VI

Spinned the wrong block, now his ass in the sky

We can't talk bodies, you ain't up at least five

If we collide, shots gon' get fired

Known for givin' **** suits and ties

41 on my wrist, still can't tell time

**** be bitches, that shit a disguise

She was dissin' my brother, we killed her brother

Now the dumb-ass bitch steady askin' God, "Why?"

Slick crackin' them 4s, I'm droppin' the 5

7.62 change a big **** size

First and foremost, free my slime

Shit get real, this not just rhymes

I got shot one time, not nine

The next day, somebody died

Suit and tie on, it's your funeral

Mama, aunties, daddies cryin'

Real shit, this not no drill

Call your daughter and tell her bye (Bye, daddy)