Lil Stepper

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko' you made that motherf-) Lemme tell you 'bout this lil' jit Ran off with 20 bands, he Mr. Counterfeit And not to mention, it's a Ese who he fuckin' with They introduced him to the Jefe, now he think he lit They took a ride outta town, on some vibin' shit Had helicopters waitin', ready, do them lil' choppa shits He said "Lil' bro, I'm finna take you where the product at" Think it's yo' time to run it up and make a lot of cash Now, lil' jit ready, you know that's right up his fuckin' alley But he don't know that one mistake could kill his fuckin' family And he don't know that once you win, it ain't no turning backwards You either with him or you ain't, but that's when shit get tragic A couple months done passed by, and shit been goin' smooth Jit gettin' fresh as fuck, but now, he just don't go to school He keep that weapon tucked, run up and you gon' make the news Stacked up some paper, went and bought hisself a two-door coupe Started fuckin' on this foreign shit, I think her name was Blu But she was older, he was 16, she was 22 So she exposed his ass to certain shit he never knew She had him taking trips, and doin' shit he never do But that's the power of the pussy, when it's wet, it's gushin' She givin' head while they in traffic, makin' lil' one push it Yeah, he got tint, but all that swervin' got the police lookin' They hit them lights, and he took flight, but fucked 'round, left his pistol Damn, he should've took it with him Now she goin' through the system Made a call later that night, told him to come and get her Jit paranoid, so he don't really wanna deal with her He know them narcs tryna make that lil' bitch make a deal with him If so, she gettin' killed, nigga Now, he gettin' a call from his Ese He say they got a meeting set up with the Jefe I heard they got his sister caught up in a gun case So he gon' need for both of us to double up on our weight Now, jit just sittin', thinkin' like, "Ain't no fuckin' way" He quiet as a mouse, 'cause he don't know what to say He think them niggas wanna meet up, 'cause they know he to blame Just havin' fuck shit on his conscience, startin' to fuck with his brain He packed his bag, and grabbed his racks, he finna skip a few states And told his folks to try to go and chill out for a few days What he don't know is Jefe had some niggas outside his place Open his door, before you know it, he caught three to the face Lemme tell you 'bout this lil' stepper He barely go to school, but he still got his weapon He be tryna play it cool, his teachers know he reckless And he gon' play it by the rules, but bend 'em if you let him Lemme tell you 'bout this lil' stepper His only role model was convicted felons He keep the pole on him, yeah lil' jit'll wet ya And he gon' play it by the rules, but bend 'em if you let him