J Skillz

J Skillz - Steppin' lyrics

rate me

Flow one, flow two, flow three

It’s the young OG, y’all know me

Getting money by the OZ

My niggas pushing weight low key

So street, that’s why all these niggas got cold feet

Oh please, I’m with my OGs in my old Jeep

Adidas so pleased

Step aside, I don’t got time for all of you OPs

I got niggas OP to row one, row two, row three

And blast those clips at you till your nose bleed

No need to be hating, my pockets fatter than Monique

OD, money, power, respect, how am I gonna need all three?

Only associate with people about their money

Shook Ones, I send goons at you, no sneeze

Let me now open for alphabet flow, get it?

LMNOP, I’m all the time for the level, y’all are just some uglies

Hatting suckers getting mad ‘cause the throne is now OT

I’m talking overthrown, not overtime for all you slow peeps

Dedicated, up 24/7, boy, I get no sleep

Neighbors complaining about the noise, they can just come hold these

I’mma keep going till I get what I want, I’m talking glory

You’ll never understand it

This the only way I manage

If you ain’t talking paper

Then you’re not talking my language

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

Forget it, get to steppin’

Verse two, about to hurt you

With my virtue, versatile, visionary, very violent

Take you to church, too

Better run, little nigga, I believe it’s past your curfew

I get money, you think I was getting paid per view

Flow sick, get some Robitussin

Bitches on me, they know I’m stunting

I spit flames like it’s court assignment

Niggas mad ‘cause they know I’m coming

Cash rules everything around me

Cream, get this money and get this mula

Hardly young and need

I am picking up the pace, I’m just resting in the lead

I am not a human being, I am a different breed

Killing all these beats and now I’m guilty, I plead

Now your girl in front of me, now she getting on her knees

Kick it like a soccer team, all these rappers are a mockery

I’m the future, a prodigy, ain’t nobody as hot as me

So pop a squad and start watching me, I ain’t talking no lottery

But I’m about my broccoli and no one every stopping me

And I never gave a fuck and I never did fuck with y’all

So I kept my distance

I ain’t never gonna stop till I make it to the top

You can call that persistence

And I’m killing all these rappers, they twerve out of existence

And I’m all up in your mouth, no dentist

Admit it, I’m winning

Don’t you ever compare me, leave a man to cemetery

Bloody Mary, brother, ain’t nobody like me, nobody near me

These results will never vary, I calm down when the time’s right

But I’m in my zone and now I’m on like

You’ll never understand it

This the only way I manage

If you ain’t talking paper

Then you’re not talking my language

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

Forget it

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

If you ain’t got that paper, get to steppin’

Forget it, get to steppin’

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