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Big Stepper
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Roddy Ricch
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Yeah Mmh, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' n***a, ayy Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my n***a, ayy I was taught to never show no love, my n***a Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceiling Slidin' down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin' on a million I want a billion, n***a, so that's on God, I ain't chillin' Yeah, hah, Perky, Perky, dirty soda, ayy Only talk bags on the Motorola, ayy Push the Hellcat like an old Corolla, ayy I'ma let these racks talk for me, n***a B*t*h, and I ride with the shooters, ayy Made my cousin a killer, uh And at fifteen, I was neighborhood drug dealer I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, n***a But I f**k that b*t*h to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs," n***a, uh Bought a brand new AP, it was fifty thousand total It felt like the Flu Game when I sold out the Novo I had to finesse and get the bag, I had mad dough though If he ain't tryna go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo Mmh, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' n***a, ayy Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my n***a, ayy I was taught to never show no love, my n***a Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceiling Slidin' down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin' on a million I want a billion, n***a, so that's on God, I ain't chillin' Bird Vision, Bandcamp Had a bad b*t*h put a hundred thousand in her spandex That hundred that made me a million, I got it laminated Can't f**k with none of these broke n***as, they contaminated Thank God for all of these blue faces, I barely done made it Made forty thousand on New Years, took a private to Vegas I been on promethazine so long, when I'm slidin', I'm faded I been tryna get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated I been touchin' all these millions, I know they gon' hate it My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it N***a, I been ballin' every season like Kobe with eight, yeah All these n***as gon' hate I stayed down and got rich Now I'm f**kin' on his lil' bae Mmh, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' n***a, ayy Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my n***a, ayy I was taught to never show no love, my n***a Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceiling Slidin' down Fairfax, n***a, I was plottin' on a million I want a billion, n***a, so that's on God, I ain't chillin'
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