Correction Paroles Lil Stepper par PG RA

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(Yeah, yeah? Neeko? you made that motherf?)

Let me tell you 'bout this lil' jit
Ran off with twenty bands? he Mr. Counterfeit
And not to mention, it's a ese who he f**king with
They introduced him to the jefe, now he think he lit
They took a ride out of town on some vibin' sh*t
Had helicopters waiting ready? them lil' chopper sh*ts
He say, "Lil' bro, I'm finna take you where the product at"
"Think it's your time to run it up and make a lot of cash"
Now lil' jit ready? you know that's right up his f**kin' alley
But he don't know that one mistake could kill his f**kin' family
And he don't know that once you win, it ain't no turning backwards
You either with 'em or you ain't, but that's when sh*t get tragic
A couple months done pa**ed by and sh*t been going smooth
Jit gettin' fresh as f**k, but now he just don't go to school
He keep that weapon tucked, run up and you gon' make the news
Stacked up some paper, went and bought hisself a two-door coupe
Start f**kin' on this foreign, sh*t, I think her name was Blue
But she was older, he was sixteen, she was twenty-two
So she exposed his a** to certain sh*t he'd never knew
She had him taking trips and doing sh*t he'd never do
But that's the power of the pu**y, when it's wet, it's gushy
She giving head while they in traffic, making lil' one push it
Yeah, he got tint, but all that swerving got the police looking
They hit them lights and he took flight, but f**ked 'round, left his pistol
Damn, he should've took it with him
Now she going through the system
Made a call later that night, told him to come and get her
Jit paranoid, so he don't really wanna deal with her
He know them narcs tried to make that lil' b*t*h make a deal with him
If so, she getting killed, n***a
Now he getting a call from his ese
He say they got a meeting set up with the jefe
I heard they got his sister caught up in the gun case
So he gon' need for both of us to double up on our weight
Now jit just sitting, thinking like, "Ain't no f**kin' way"
He quiet as a mouse 'cause he don't know what to say
He think them n***as wanna meet up 'cause they know he to blame
Just having f**k sh*t on his conscience, starting to f**k with his brain
He packed his bag and grabbed his racks, he finna skip a few states
And told his folks to try to go and chill out for a few days
What he don't know is jefe had some n***as outside his place
Opened his door, before you know it, he caught three to the face
Let me tell you 'bout this lil' stepper
He barely go to school, but he still got his weapon
He be trying to play it cool, his teachers know he reckless
And he gon' play it by the rules, but bend 'em if you let him
Let me tell you 'bout this lil' stepper
His only role model was convicted felons
He keep the pole on him, yeah, lil' jit'll wet you
And he gon' play it by the rules, but bend 'em if you let him

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