Graveyard Steppers lyrics

[Intro]
If you ain't at a house party, you at the wrong f*ckin' party
(I got hitman on the beat)

[Chorus]
b*tch I'm Big 26k, I'm a graveyard stepper
And I'm YTG I shoot for free, b*tch you gon' die you play wit me
I got the opps under my feet, I put the bullet, go deep
I know he see me in his dreams, scared I'ma wack him in his sleep
I'm sippin' purple all in TMV, slidin' through tunnelville
Tryna' see where all these n*ggas be
I know that them n*ggas b*tches
They clutch a switch but still ride around with that pole
If I catch one lackin', hop out with that ratchet
Then go jump out on the road
All a bean, I'm rollin' and I'm rich just like a 60
Brand new Glock hold a 50
This timberland to big to fit up in my britches
Just dropped a bag on my cousin, b*tch ass, cause that n*gga was snitchin'
Bump stock on this choppa, n*gga f*ck yo momma
She shouldn't've had yo b*tch ass anyway
Cause yo b*tch ass just be in the way
It could be d-self, but I'm still clutchin' hard on my heat
Just like it's made n*gga
Don't get shot in yo face n*gga
On this song we don't play n*gga
Callin' Dope Easy better come and smash yo ass all in broad day n*gga
I call a 4x baby, hit you 4 times
I got lil shawty jump in this hoe, he quick to go coked up on a b*tch like he got no mind
How the f*ck you dissin' me?
When yo pus*y ass ain't got no iron
For the same price as a president's rollie I'll get you wacked
And won't waste no time
I got the whole south in this b*tch right now and ready to bust
I'm hands on when this new Glock-26 and I can't wait to touch one
BLB with the gang, bad b*tch just come through I'm just tryna' f*ck
She gon' eat that di*k up till her jaws lock and I still never closed up
b*tch I'm Big 26k, I'm a graveyard stepper
And I'm YTG I shoot for free, b*tch you gon' die you play wit me
I got the opps under my feet, I put the bullet, go deep
I know he see me in his dreams, scared I'ma wack him in his sleep
(Ha-Ha)
(Ah-ha-ha)
[Outro]
On so many drugs right now I can't even think straight
A n*gga run up wrong I'ma up this b*tch and Rrrah
I won't hesitate, Ion listen to what God say, that's why I never pray
Been demon my whole life, b*tch you can see that sh*t all in my face
Heard that light-skin, b*tch you be way got checked out by my lil people
Can't say his name but lil 23 know what gon' happen when I see him
They shot yo dog up in his mouth, for bout' 6 months they had him teethin'
Yo other brudda got knocked off, tryna get in
Paramedics said he wasn't breathin'
Only K for K I know It's Kill for Kill but whatchu tryna' do
See me hop up out this b*tch, I'm tryna' shoot, slang this b*tch out the roof
And I'm clutchin' on my steel just like a boot
Tryna' kill him and you
I don't speak on bodies, b*tch ass, know I got a fuse, I'll step on you
Rich n*gga, still up out the trenches, might spin ina vett
Lil setup hoe be play me like I'm stupid I can't go for that
My money long as a b*tch, my momma broke and lame I ain't goin back
A n*gga made me mad and I'm quick to snap
Ion hear sh*t then I'm gon' double back
Ion need no switch I spin with semi's
Fake Roxies in my system, ion give a f*ck b*tch you know I'ma grim-
Pull on side his car. shoot that b*tch till It's empty and still got cases pendin'
I was broke as f*ck ain't used to sh*t so every check I get I spend it