Who Really Steppin

[Intro]
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Everybody steppin'
(Ayy, Mariio, this shit hot)
Let's see who really steppin'

[Chorus]
Ah ha, you say you a stepper nigga? (You say you a what?)
Uh, you ain't never stepped on no nigga (For real)
Ayy, you say you a gangster nigga? (You say you a gangster?)
Uh, throw your set, then rep on them niggas (3X)
Ayy, body bags, I give 'em out, they make me mad (Boom)
Ayy, catch a opp, we hit his ass, we do him bad (Boom)
Uh, drop a lo', the cash on top of your head (Racks)
Uh, tell my young nigga that I want him dead (For real)

[Verse]
Ayy, you confirm the kill, then collect your bread (Here)
Uh, they gon' laugh at you when we collect your head (Ha)
Sometimes I be poppin' pills, I be full of meds (Meds)
Uh, we put fear in all the opps, we got them niggas scared (Huh)
Ayy, Glock thirty filled up with baldheads (Talk to 'em)
Yeah, Glock thirty filled, plus one in the head (Boom)
Nigga try to take my chain, I leave that nigga dead (What?)
Uh, they know that I stand on business, they know how I play it
Yeah, they know that I'm headfirst, they know I ain't scared (Nah)
They want me to mention and my bro told me, "Don't say it" (Shh)
'Cause when we catch him out in traffic, we gon' leave him, yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, hit him with that flame, they gon' call the meds
Ayy, paramedics comin' pick this nigga up
Ayy, he a punk, he was dissin', messin', now this nigga stuck
Ayy, dumb as fuck, that nigga tried to run and he bad
Talk Amri jeans, filled up with five figures
You ain't never caught a hat, bitch, I ain't tryna slide with ya (Skrrt)
Ayy, ridin' with that ARP, I'm tryna crop 'em out the picture
Uh, bitch was suckin' dick, I heard that nigga still tryna kiss her (Uh)
Gone with her, bitch was blowin' dick just like a fuckin' whisper

[Chorus]
Ah ha, you say you a stepper nigga? (You say you a what?)
Uh, you ain't never stepped on no nigga (Nah)
Ayy, you say you a gangster nigga? (You say you a gangster?)
Uh, throw your set, then rep on them niggas (3X)
Ayy, body bags, I give 'em out, they make me mad (Boom)
Ayy, catch a opp, we hit his ass, we do him bad (Boom)
Uh, drop a lo', the cash on top of your head (Racks)
Uh, tell my young nigga that I want him dead (Yeah)