Autumn! - Big Stepper! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Big Stepper! lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Fifty Grand)
Okay Fifty, yeah, ha
Yeah, yeah, big stepper, I'm a big stepper
(yeah, yeah) i just walked in with my
Cs and we in Margiela
Every city I be in, I know the bank tellers
Niggas frontin' on the 'Gram act
Like they ain't jealous (Ha)
Niggas clownin' on 6ix9ine act
Like they ain't tellin' (Ha)
Tell this bitch get out my face, no
You ain't special (No)
Thirty hanging out my Glock look
Like a tape measure (Blatt)
SVJ, in autumn orange, yeah
The paint special
She ain't tryna fuck Lil Wick
Then she must hate pleasure
You be smokin' on bullshit, man
You must hate pressure
I don't never take no L
I just take straight lessons
Me and Slay just walked in Fifths, yeah
We some great dressers
Pray to God, thank Him for everything
He stay blessing ain't no lacking, man
You know Kan just went and got eight weapons
All that talking out your neck
Gon' get your face severed
Finna go and cop this Gallardo for like 87
This bitch all up in my phone
You know I hate questions
I been working day and night, man
This my eighth session
Greenlight help me shoot like Allen
On them '08 Celtics (yeah)
She like, "What's the name of your
Denim?" This '08 Helmut (Woah)
Just for a minute
She gon' fuck and give great helmet (Woah)
But she is not mine if we
Don't rock the same necklace (No)
Niggas still rushin' me to drop
Please give me a second
My last drop gotta be in first, no
I can't place second (Ha)
I ain't finna do that weird-ass shit
That's all you (No)
If I got something to say, bitch
I'm gon' call you
Keep thinking you a big dog 'til
We turn you to dog food
And I see you got you a Glock
But is you gon' use that? (No)
And you say you're a real nigga, well
You gon' have to prove that
I done got caught with that fire
Had felony charges on my back
I don't give a fuck 'bout them charges
I still ride around with two straps
Fifty round drum in this bitch
Now you know Wick can't wait to use that
C39v2 with the folding stock
Finna have fun with that
Say you fucked my bitch, that's cap, fuck it
I'ma let you run with that
I'm tired of these lil' niggas talking
I'm finna end the discussion (yeah)
Ain't satisfied 'til they stop breathin'
My demons got 5 years of comin'
These niggas too pussy to me
The XD gon' fuck 'em (Blatt)
Need your location, call Weiland
Damn, we got you, it's nothing
(It's way too easy, oh yeah)
Finna take my lil' baby to Fifths
We finna go get some Alyx (Ha)
And then we flyin' to Miami, and yes
We gon' fuck on the beach (Ha)
You get on the beat and eat
I get on the beat and I feast
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, you got a stick too? Capeesh
Well let's see who end up deceased (Blatt)
These niggas, they love to post me
But that shit ain't worrying me (No)
Okay Fifty, yeah, ha
Yeah, yeah, big stepper, I'm a big stepper
(yeah, yeah) i just walked in with my
Cs and we in Margiela
Every city I be in, I know the bank tellers
Niggas frontin' on the 'Gram act
Like they ain't jealous (Ha)
Niggas clownin' on 6ix9ine act
Like they ain't tellin' (Ha)
Tell this bitch get out my face, no
You ain't special (No)
Thirty hanging out my Glock look
Like a tape measure (Blatt)
SVJ, in autumn orange, yeah
The paint special
She ain't tryna fuck Lil Wick
Then she must hate pleasure
You be smokin' on bullshit, man
You must hate pressure
I don't never take no L
I just take straight lessons
Me and Slay just walked in Fifths, yeah
We some great dressers
Pray to God, thank Him for everything
He stay blessing ain't no lacking, man
You know Kan just went and got eight weapons
All that talking out your neck
Gon' get your face severed
Finna go and cop this Gallardo for like 87
This bitch all up in my phone
You know I hate questions
I been working day and night, man
This my eighth session
Greenlight help me shoot like Allen
On them '08 Celtics (yeah)
She like, "What's the name of your
Denim?" This '08 Helmut (Woah)
Just for a minute
She gon' fuck and give great helmet (Woah)
But she is not mine if we
Don't rock the same necklace (No)
Niggas still rushin' me to drop
Please give me a second
My last drop gotta be in first, no
I can't place second (Ha)
I ain't finna do that weird-ass shit
That's all you (No)
If I got something to say, bitch
I'm gon' call you
Keep thinking you a big dog 'til
We turn you to dog food
And I see you got you a Glock
But is you gon' use that? (No)
And you say you're a real nigga, well
You gon' have to prove that
I done got caught with that fire
Had felony charges on my back
I don't give a fuck 'bout them charges
I still ride around with two straps
Fifty round drum in this bitch
Now you know Wick can't wait to use that
C39v2 with the folding stock
Finna have fun with that
Say you fucked my bitch, that's cap, fuck it
I'ma let you run with that
I'm tired of these lil' niggas talking
I'm finna end the discussion (yeah)
Ain't satisfied 'til they stop breathin'
My demons got 5 years of comin'
These niggas too pussy to me
The XD gon' fuck 'em (Blatt)
Need your location, call Weiland
Damn, we got you, it's nothing
(It's way too easy, oh yeah)
Finna take my lil' baby to Fifths
We finna go get some Alyx (Ha)
And then we flyin' to Miami, and yes
We gon' fuck on the beach (Ha)
You get on the beat and eat
I get on the beat and I feast
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, you got a stick too? Capeesh
Well let's see who end up deceased (Blatt)
These niggas, they love to post me
But that shit ain't worrying me (No)