If that nigga talking shit
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
A big stepper or a heavy hitter call me what you want I'm going out on a limb
My bitch cool but she can get the boot might as well call that bitch Timbs
My money long I got a short temper and a skinny bitch but her heart big
I gotta light up a couple blunts cus I be thinking some dark shit
If you're real with me I keep it real with you
You a hot boy I can't chill with you
We got rid of some snakes but there's still a few
I mean what I say when I say it to you
I do my thang like ain't a thang to do
We can be somethang i got a thang for you
You gon bang for me then ima bang for you
The goal is to win I dont aim to lose
Nigga get yo own bitches
I don't like rats I dont condone snitching
I'll find a wife when I'm done pimping
I'm a smart ass and I'm dumb different
Made alot of cash with a little business
You ain't a big stepper you a little nigga
You ain't a heavy hitter you ain't a pinch hitter
You ain't a big dog you a bitch
We gon silence him forever if that nigga talking shit
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
We gon silence him forever if that nigga talking shit
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
I was 12 years old when I was off the sour
All about my business check my office hours
Bring them checks in I'm never checking out
She can't wait to f*ck she wanna sex me now
I got alot on my plate please dont stress me out
She all up in my face like Pope bless me now
Rebounding weight you can't box me out
Found out he fake we had to cross him out
If you're speaking money we can talk it out
Never met a bitch that can hold me down
I ain't like him then he ain't my homie now
Tried to right my wrongs but my hands is tied
Said she like my songs and her mans inspired
Looking in the mirror like damn I'm fly
Momma look me in my eyes goddamn I'm high
Shit goddamn I'm high
YoungPope - Big Steppa Lyrics
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If that nigga talking shit
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
A big stepper or a heavy hitter call me what you want I'm going out on a limb
My bitch cool but she can get the boot might as well call that bitch Timbs
My money long I got a short temper and a skinny bitch but her heart big
I gotta light up a couple blunts cus I be thinking some dark shit
If you're real with me I keep it real with you
You a hot boy I can't chill with you
We got rid of some snakes but there's still a few
I mean what I say when I say it to you
I do my thang like ain't a thang to do
We can be somethang i got a thang for you
You gon bang for me then ima bang for you
The goal is to win I dont aim to lose
Nigga get yo own bitches
I don't like rats I dont condone snitching
I'll find a wife when I'm done pimping
I'm a smart ass and I'm dumb different
Made alot of cash with a little business
You ain't a big stepper you a little nigga
You ain't a heavy hitter you ain't a pinch hitter
You ain't a big dog you a bitch
We gon silence him forever if that nigga talking shit
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
We gon silence him forever if that nigga talking shit
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
I was 12 years old when I was off the sour
All about my business check my office hours
Bring them checks in I'm never checking out
She can't wait to f*ck she wanna sex me now
I got alot on my plate please dont stress me out
She all up in my face like Pope bless me now
Rebounding weight you can't box me out
Found out he fake we had to cross him out
If you're speaking money we can talk it out
Never met a bitch that can hold me down
I ain't like him then he ain't my homie now
Tried to right my wrongs but my hands is tied
Said she like my songs and her mans inspired
Looking in the mirror like damn I'm fly
Momma look me in my eyes goddamn I'm high
Shit goddamn I'm high
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
A big stepper or a heavy hitter call me what you want I'm going out on a limb
My bitch cool but she can get the boot might as well call that bitch Timbs
My money long I got a short temper and a skinny bitch but her heart big
I gotta light up a couple blunts cus I be thinking some dark shit
If you're real with me I keep it real with you
You a hot boy I can't chill with you
We got rid of some snakes but there's still a few
I mean what I say when I say it to you
I do my thang like ain't a thang to do
We can be somethang i got a thang for you
You gon bang for me then ima bang for you
The goal is to win I dont aim to lose
Nigga get yo own bitches
I don't like rats I dont condone snitching
I'll find a wife when I'm done pimping
I'm a smart ass and I'm dumb different
Made alot of cash with a little business
You ain't a big stepper you a little nigga
You ain't a heavy hitter you ain't a pinch hitter
You ain't a big dog you a bitch
We gon silence him forever if that nigga talking shit
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
We gon silence him forever if that nigga talking shit
Bitch I walk it like I talk it but I'm still a walking lick
I gotta stay on point so I can't be off the shits
I'm scoring all the buckets i ain't worried bout assists
I was 12 years old when I was off the sour
All about my business check my office hours
Bring them checks in I'm never checking out
She can't wait to f*ck she wanna sex me now
I got alot on my plate please dont stress me out
She all up in my face like Pope bless me now
Rebounding weight you can't box me out
Found out he fake we had to cross him out
If you're speaking money we can talk it out
Never met a bitch that can hold me down
I ain't like him then he ain't my homie now
Tried to right my wrongs but my hands is tied
Said she like my songs and her mans inspired
Looking in the mirror like damn I'm fly
Momma look me in my eyes goddamn I'm high
Shit goddamn I'm high
Writer: Jonathan Koonce
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid