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Casanova

Steppin Out

 

Steppin Out

(álbum: Free At Last - 2019)


30, you a fool for this one

I catch you slipping, I'ma send your ass to God, nigga
And I ain't shooting from no car, nigga
I catch you slipping, I'ma send your ass to God, nigga
And I ain't shooting from no car, nigga
I'm stepping out, yeah, I'm stepping out
With my weapon out, yeah, I'm stepping out (Yeah)

Ask around, I'm what they call a hooli' (Goonie)
Really with that gunplay, I play Call of Duty (I'm with the games)
I'm solid as a rock so it's hard to move me (Filayo)
I could turn your fucking block into a horror movie
I palm the Uzi and start sparking, just start chalking
All the neighbors heard when the kids scream and the dogs barking (Shut the fuck up)
How you rap street with no rap sheet?
I'm the black sheep if you ask me
You were dozing, probably, I own a shotty, put holes in bodies
Quick to fold somebody, just ask them niggas, they know my body
I roll up calmly, I'm jumping out, the pump is out
Start dumping out, guaranteed to knock something out

I catch you slipping, I'ma send your ass to God, nigga
And I ain't shooting from no car, nigga
I catch you slipping, I'ma send your ass to God, nigga
And I ain't shooting from no car, nigga
I'm stepping out, yeah, I'm stepping out
With my weapon out, yeah, I'm stepping out (Yeah)

Catch you slipping on banana peel (You fucking monkey)
I'm running down, pistol whip you, how this ammo feel
My body numb, and I ain't on the pill (Fuck you talking 'bout)
'Bout to catch a body and it's time to drill
I got the drop, don't drop the ball, he 'bout to score
He 'bout to dog, one to his head, no Tylenol (Hit that nigga)
He try to fall, one to his gut'll lift him up (Fuck you goin'?)
His eyes shut, the paramedics'll pick him up (We out, we out)
As for his bitch, she lime and shit, now she get hit (hit that bitch)
No witnesses, caught her in the crib in front the kids
They started screaming, my inner demon won't let me leave 'em (Should I do it?)
I started squeezing, forgive me, Jesus, I left 'em leaking

I catch you slipping, I'ma send your ass to God, nigga
And I ain't shooting from no car, nigga
I catch you slipping, I'ma send your ass to God, nigga
And I ain't shooting from no car, nigga
I'm stepping out, yeah, I'm stepping out
With my weapon out, yeah, I'm stepping out (Yeah)

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