Unknown T - Steppy lyrics
Unknown T [Daniel Lena] Uganda - London, GB.
[Unknown T - Steppy lyrics]
C-come on Sapphire beatsz mhmm
5ive Music bruck off the corn and skeet
Don't act like the corn don't beat
(Prrr, byow)
Free up my team, the feds done a sweep
Bruck off the corn and skeet (Mhm)
Invest in slugs, your bredrins run
Don't act like the corn won't beat
Tape off all dem streets
Free up my team the feds done a sweep (Prrr)
We slap loads of sweets
Free up my team, the feds done a sweep
Now I got beef with hundred neeks
Bruck off the corn and skeet
Invest in slugs, your bredrins run
Don't act like the corn won't beat
Tape off all dem streets
Free up my team the feds done a sweep
We slap loads of sweets
Free up my team the feds done a sweep
Now I got beef with hundred neeks
9 gang step out, man shave up and poke up men
Violate me and my team
And I'll step and risk that ten
Go there and step with a chef on deck
Or tap that skeng every now and then
These bells might moisten your skin like Ren
(Mhm) leave opps on bended knee
My team turn boys to men
Bro, bro went round on a ped too much
Next time we might need new tires
How many times have I rid
Nearly sick and tired of
Feeling sick and tired
Step out there and spark up
The beef like electric wires
Tell my solicitor "shush" the intel musta
Been wrong 'cause I don't conspire
Had enough of the new school gen
We don't chat like dem cah we crash at dem
The young g's went out the ride
Lemme manage again
Look, 32 on the paigon block
Scream -2 we can minus dem
Mention Shegz we can test this skeng
Swing, what shank? Get smoked like blem
Long time man stepped in the trap
You can step with the skeng
But we're spinnin' it back
It's like hide and seek in the block
Where the paigons at?
Look, don't speak like we don't be pop corn
Cah we dishin' it akh
My young g's fucked up once
And went straight back i sponsored a block
Now my young boys screamin' "burst his back"
(Burst his)
Hold their arm, tear him up for the 2's
No pack
Dice cah the disey tucked no samurai Jack
Look, still get cheffey
One ain't enough like jelly
All I have is a ram for
The action time no telly
If we clock opp boys taking
A vid, akh resh up, it's gonna get messy
We can bang on the opps like Jezzie
So, if you get rude on the net
9 gang gon click that semi
If you ain't involved and you're
On the opp block
Get a slap on the back of ya head, I'm petty
Rest up bro that one was a sweaty
B2 still hold wings no leggies
Mind out cah all of my niggas are deadly
Put corn for the skeng
Tell my young g make sure it comes back empty
(And) and if it was done in
Hacks' it was probably us
But we don't talk plenty
Hit a lick of the bit's
Then clean up the yard like Jeffrey
9 gang done loads of crud were way too steppy
5ive Music bruck off the corn and skeet
Don't act like the corn don't beat
(Prrr, byow)
Free up my team, the feds done a sweep
Bruck off the corn and skeet (Mhm)
Invest in slugs, your bredrins run
Don't act like the corn won't beat
Tape off all dem streets
Free up my team the feds done a sweep (Prrr)
We slap loads of sweets
Free up my team, the feds done a sweep
Now I got beef with hundred neeks
Bruck off the corn and skeet
Invest in slugs, your bredrins run
Don't act like the corn won't beat
Tape off all dem streets
Free up my team the feds done a sweep
We slap loads of sweets
Free up my team the feds done a sweep
Now I got beef with hundred neeks
9 gang step out, man shave up and poke up men
Violate me and my team
And I'll step and risk that ten
Go there and step with a chef on deck
Or tap that skeng every now and then
These bells might moisten your skin like Ren
(Mhm) leave opps on bended knee
My team turn boys to men
Bro, bro went round on a ped too much
Next time we might need new tires
How many times have I rid
Nearly sick and tired of
Feeling sick and tired
Step out there and spark up
The beef like electric wires
Tell my solicitor "shush" the intel musta
Been wrong 'cause I don't conspire
Had enough of the new school gen
We don't chat like dem cah we crash at dem
The young g's went out the ride
Lemme manage again
Look, 32 on the paigon block
Scream -2 we can minus dem
Mention Shegz we can test this skeng
Swing, what shank? Get smoked like blem
Long time man stepped in the trap
You can step with the skeng
But we're spinnin' it back
It's like hide and seek in the block
Where the paigons at?
Look, don't speak like we don't be pop corn
Cah we dishin' it akh
My young g's fucked up once
And went straight back i sponsored a block
Now my young boys screamin' "burst his back"
(Burst his)
Hold their arm, tear him up for the 2's
No pack
Dice cah the disey tucked no samurai Jack
Look, still get cheffey
One ain't enough like jelly
All I have is a ram for
The action time no telly
If we clock opp boys taking
A vid, akh resh up, it's gonna get messy
We can bang on the opps like Jezzie
So, if you get rude on the net
9 gang gon click that semi
If you ain't involved and you're
On the opp block
Get a slap on the back of ya head, I'm petty
Rest up bro that one was a sweaty
B2 still hold wings no leggies
Mind out cah all of my niggas are deadly
Put corn for the skeng
Tell my young g make sure it comes back empty
(And) and if it was done in
Hacks' it was probably us
But we don't talk plenty
Hit a lick of the bit's
Then clean up the yard like Jeffrey
9 gang done loads of crud were way too steppy