Won't Step On Me

Won't Step On Me Lyrics

Leor, light it up
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this
We ain't with none of that water whip ass sh*t (None of that sh*t you niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it, just catch it, it's some real gangster sh*t now

I quit that sad sh*t, I ain't trippin', they ain't f**k with me then f**k 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you love me, yeah
Real poppin' in my hood and that street sh*t I love, nigga
See me [?] down and I'm good, I will shoot motherf**kin' wood
I wish you motherf**kers do it, yeah
Choppa came, I would
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray, they gon' tell you 'bout how I do it
Northside 38, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on
They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home
They ain't wanna look out for my children
Now the fact I'm back, I been gettin' stats, don't f**k with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in
Grindin' to the ten, I been through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand
I'll zip your man, find you a new one

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me
b**ch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
And your finest nigga stankin', he ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playin', [?], I mix with lean, that maple lean
I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make believe
I come from robbin' sh*t to northside, [?] robber genes
I tell that ho get off my back 'cause only room there for my time

Give me that iron, I'ma roll of them
Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no nigga
They got a place for me
Lil' Top, I got a K for me
A Drac', I know it love to sing
He really pussy 'cause he red, belong [?] down for me

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me
b**ch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
And your finest nigga stankin', he ran up on me

b**ch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by any means
Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and f**ked 'em [?]
Youngin' got on that [?], he be lookin' mean
Cross your top with the Glock, you try anything
When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf
Bust the top with a Glock if you chop a seat
I been on my back in '17
I ain't had no money for weed, man, I was burnin' for weeks
Down on my dick so I seem
b**ch take a barbie pendant, had the money inside her hair out for me
Know I got money, I got the b**ch tryna tear all her hair out for me
I used to live inside a house and used to stay out weeks
Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep
I was in Houston dealin' boy with a warrant out on me
Ran off on Drac' because I [?] his ass before I know we had linked

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me
b**ch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
And your finest nigga stankin', he ran up on me
Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me
b**ch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
And your finest nigga stankin', he ran up on me

I'ma whoop your ass nigga
I'm experienced, I'm gon' do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played
Now you better go on 'bout your lil' business
Before it be some blood on top my Js
Right now I'm faded, I got on shades
'Cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K
Know I built the lands like it's my lands, I'm tryna find peace inside my days
I ain't graduated 'til that glass
b**ch can't even [?]
Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass
I'm bringin' all you b**ches pain
Soldier rollin' lord, I tell 'em free JBeezy
He creepin' creature, mane
For doors on me, make it look easy
With that heat, he leave your brain
Ass, see me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame
They said I'm finna beat it like Soulja Slim when he had to pee in that tank
But the only thing
It's a difference, I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
And I got my own label, I'm a boss, I'm NBA, I'm Never Broke Again
And I feel Northside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends
Because I know that they want chains, they gon' be bangin' all to the end
No wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes
Check how we roll up, you already know, cook dope nigga