Black Steppaz Freestyle by MoneyKDaGoat Lyrics
[Intro]
Gang shit, no lame shit....
Yes Sir
Im back nigga the fuck
This shit ain't gone stop nigga
Yuhhh
Aye, talk to em mar
MoneyK in this bitch
Y'all know how the fuck I get down man
Shit, aye y'all boys chill out, for y'all boys make me get to tweaking
[Verse 1]
Turnt up in this bitch, bought me some new jays. Got all these motherfuckin hoes all in my face. Boy try and disrespect, boy you get blitz, get hit in ya chest you'll think im John wick. Fuck is you talking bout hit in yo wig, fuck is you talking bout pushing back shit. Im turnt in this bitch, im high as the fuck. A nigga talk shit he get his ass dunked, fuck is you talking bout get his ass slumped, fuck around get yo ass put in that trunk. Im in here with twan, Im in here with black got day in the cut, he coming with that. And if you talk shit, you getting pushed back. We come unannounced, we coming with straps. We riding in challengers, riding in Hemi's, we riding in hell cats, and red eyes, with semi's
[Verse 2]
Hmmm.... Hold on Im bout to smoke my blunt.... Yeah, fuck nigga hit in his head, fuck nigga play that nigga been dead, nigga I'll do you like Simon says, nigga you playing that shit was ted. Blaaat... yea, aye, aye, roll up my blunt... Did 8 months that shit wasn't long. Nigga this rap, this not no poem. Treat like a dog and give her a bone. I pull up with sticks, he pull up with stones. Ain't fucking no bitch if she grab my phone, spend a band and put 6 on his dome!!
[Verse 3]
Nigga you play you stuck. Nigga you thought it was fake, nigga get shot in yo face, niggas know I don't play. Two-tone, cold case.. yea niggas get put in cold cases. Niggas get put in court cases, niggas trynna get me down in them fucking papers. Yeah, yeah, fuck nigga what is you saying? Yeah, yeah, them bullets they come like a fan. Bullets spin fast they know im the mans, yeah, yeah, bullets spin fast they know im the mans niggas come through like im Johnny dang. Got these diamonds glistening... Glistening.... Fuck is you saying you think that I'm playing, fuck around get yo ass put in that sand, 2 hoes in the back, they both popping xans. You wanna get clapped? Put you on the map, set that gps, and nigga its wraps, niggas know that I don't cap in my raps
[Outro]
Yeah.. yeah.. aye? Aye roll up another blunt. Aye twan? yea, yea , yea, pour me up... Got my nigga black in this bitch and he finna make it clap in this bitch! (Laughter) We laugh at y'all bitch niggas for real. Bitch ass niggas.. Y'all pussy... Aye we ain't even gone say shit no more. Y'all know what the fuck is up nigga! FUCK THE OPPS WE THE OPPS HAAAAAN !!
Gang shit, no lame shit....
Yes Sir
Im back nigga the fuck
This shit ain't gone stop nigga
Yuhhh
Aye, talk to em mar
MoneyK in this bitch
Y'all know how the fuck I get down man
Shit, aye y'all boys chill out, for y'all boys make me get to tweaking
[Verse 1]
Turnt up in this bitch, bought me some new jays. Got all these motherfuckin hoes all in my face. Boy try and disrespect, boy you get blitz, get hit in ya chest you'll think im John wick. Fuck is you talking bout hit in yo wig, fuck is you talking bout pushing back shit. Im turnt in this bitch, im high as the fuck. A nigga talk shit he get his ass dunked, fuck is you talking bout get his ass slumped, fuck around get yo ass put in that trunk. Im in here with twan, Im in here with black got day in the cut, he coming with that. And if you talk shit, you getting pushed back. We come unannounced, we coming with straps. We riding in challengers, riding in Hemi's, we riding in hell cats, and red eyes, with semi's
[Verse 2]
Hmmm.... Hold on Im bout to smoke my blunt.... Yeah, fuck nigga hit in his head, fuck nigga play that nigga been dead, nigga I'll do you like Simon says, nigga you playing that shit was ted. Blaaat... yea, aye, aye, roll up my blunt... Did 8 months that shit wasn't long. Nigga this rap, this not no poem. Treat like a dog and give her a bone. I pull up with sticks, he pull up with stones. Ain't fucking no bitch if she grab my phone, spend a band and put 6 on his dome!!
[Verse 3]
Nigga you play you stuck. Nigga you thought it was fake, nigga get shot in yo face, niggas know I don't play. Two-tone, cold case.. yea niggas get put in cold cases. Niggas get put in court cases, niggas trynna get me down in them fucking papers. Yeah, yeah, fuck nigga what is you saying? Yeah, yeah, them bullets they come like a fan. Bullets spin fast they know im the mans, yeah, yeah, bullets spin fast they know im the mans niggas come through like im Johnny dang. Got these diamonds glistening... Glistening.... Fuck is you saying you think that I'm playing, fuck around get yo ass put in that sand, 2 hoes in the back, they both popping xans. You wanna get clapped? Put you on the map, set that gps, and nigga its wraps, niggas know that I don't cap in my raps
[Outro]
Yeah.. yeah.. aye? Aye roll up another blunt. Aye twan? yea, yea , yea, pour me up... Got my nigga black in this bitch and he finna make it clap in this bitch! (Laughter) We laugh at y'all bitch niggas for real. Bitch ass niggas.. Y'all pussy... Aye we ain't even gone say shit no more. Y'all know what the fuck is up nigga! FUCK THE OPPS WE THE OPPS HAAAAAN !!