Steppin All Season

[Intro]
Yeah, Hank, nigga
C.M.L., bitch
Here we go

[Verse 1]
Let me ask a question, bitch, you with me or with me not? (Yeah)
I don't fear no nigga, I gave they killers sixty shots (Bah)
Fuck your favorite rapper, he mad at me, I'm really hot (Yeah)
I don't trust no soul, I think these niggas wanna get me got (Baow)
Runnin' up the check until I hit the tippy-top (Er)
You say you wanna get even, boy, don't get your killers shot (Boy)
Lil Maury, he'll leave your brain like where the ceiling stop
I know where y'all niggas sleep, I got a million drops (Nigga)
If you ain't with us, you know we make niggas Milly Rock (Haha)
We ain't killin' kids, we killin' opps when semis pop (Dead homies)
They tough on Instagram, but in real life, they really not (Bitch ass)
He only five foot, give that boy a mini box (Clown)
We beat on niggas like an 808
You will not survive, nigga, ain't no way (Uh-uh)
You wanna fuck with me, you gotta pave your way
These niggas real, but they hate on Hank (Clown)
My enemies livin' day-to-day (Bah)
He got snake eyes like Killa Tay (Yeah)
We gon' run him over if he in the way (Yeah)
I'm a hardbody, don't insinuate (Facts)

[Chorus]
They hate on me for no reason (Huh?)
So we step on niggas all season (Nigga)
They hate on me for no reason (Nigga)
So we step on niggas all season (Stop playin')
They hate on me for no reason (Nigga)
So we step on niggas all season (What's that?)
They hate on me for no reason (Nigga)
They hate on me for no reason (Bah, bah, bah)
They hate on me for no reason (Yeah)
So we step on niggas all season (Bah, bah, bah)
They hate on me for no reason
So we step on niggas all season (Bah, bah, bah)
They hate on me for no reason (Nigga)
So we step on niggas all season (What's happenin'?)
We step on niggas all season (What's brackin'?)
We step on niggas all season (Stop cappin')

[Verse 2]
I keep it real, you should do the same, we target niggas like a shootin' range
I been makin' niggas skip town, come play with me, get your noodle banged
We four deep, we got six choppers in a Rolls-Royce and a Mulsanne
30 Gang, leave a nigga brain in an ashtray like loose change