Stepper lyrics

[Intro]
Look, f*ck you talkin' 'bout n*gga?

[Chorus: Smokingskul]
These n*ggas testify, Akademiks (I love you)
Swinging my pole, n*gga, like a hammock
Think I'm pus*y, I'ma blam it
Think I'm pus*y, I'ma shoot (What?)
You with the Guardians like I'm Groot
I love the MAC, apple my favorite fruit (Favorite fruit)
I'm finna blow up like a nuke
I'm finna blow up like a JUUL (Yeah)
These n*ggas was in school
I got a fifty with Ja Rule (What I say?)
I'm with the steppers like a stool
You not a stepper, take your shoes off
I'm in the frontlines like Rudolph
I got my gun, you got your gun too, n*gga, let's have a shoot off
Damn, I smoke black like CIA (I smoke black like CIA)
You seen your first rat with financial aid (f*ck)
I'm from Sweden, not Miami-Dade
I don't support you, I ain't Dwayne Wade
I'm in all black, n*gga, like a renegade
Yeah, Glock 19 ask n*gga, "What the f*ck a fade?"
I think I see Morty with the Rick shades
These n*ggas cut and I ain't talkin' 'bout a fade
I'm outside with the drums like a damn parade (Damn)
Pull his car, pull his spade
n*ggas hoes, call 'em Lade
Look at me, n*gga
[Verse 2: Rx Papi]
(Dawg sh*t Records)
Bummy as hell
Cuz', what's crackin'?
I got the pole out, Bug, what happened?
I'm off the drugs right now, relapsin'
When Pap' at the store, they like, "Damn, he black"
Fifty K in drug money under the mattress
But I'm still in the street
Heat deals on the Pete
Need pills just to sleep
I'm real Rx, I ain't buyin' nothin' cheap
This the real one, I can't f*ck with no booth
Still my wrist in the bowl, I'ma know what to do
Off the Tris' right now, so I swerve in the coupe
I ain't gettin' packed down, ain't a Glock in my boot
Double down with two Glocks, and I rock with them too
Walk in this b*tch like my neck hurt, chain so big need a back brace
Sippin' Paul Wall, sittin' sideways
When you shoot the Glock, don't hold it sideways
Bust the f*ck down, this a whole lot of ice
I bought my chain off a whole lot of white
Caught him down bad, put a hole in him twice
He got one in the head while he was rollin' the dice
Two Glock Pap', I'm doubled the f*ck down
n*gga, you too turnt, better buckle the f*ck down
Switch-switch on the glick, it ain't aim it at your face
Better cherish your life 'fore we take it away
Ain't no brakes in the car, all I know is hit the gas
This the same work, I just switched it back
Finessed auntie, this completely different batch