Listen to Big Steppa (feat. Sada Baby) by Fredo Bang

Big Steppa (feat. Sada Baby)

Fredo Bang

Hip-Hop/Rap

33,266 Shazams

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
Sada Baby
Sada Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Casada Sorrell
Casada Sorrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Hmm, look like DJ Chose You have reached the voicemail box of- Yeah, I'm big steppa (I'm big steppa) I hear all them threats, but I don't never feel no pressure, yeah (pressure) Me without the -, just like salt without the pepper (yeah) Ten thousand in a chain'll turn a - to a stepper, yeah (you have reached the voicemail box of-, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) I'm Big 5 (I'm Big 5) Yeah, send them youngins at you, you can run, but you can't hide (grr) N- screamin' - but ain't never did a crime (crime) You know you not thuggin', why you tryin'? (You have reached the voicemail box of-) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, pull it out my pocket like I'm reachin' for my cellphone Did it with my mans, so who the - you 'bout to tell on? Blastin' in a zipper, we ain't talking 'bout no headphones Yeah, I got five Yeah, put it on your cousin 'cause that - ain't worth a dime, yeah When I'm in the city, tell them - stay inside Just like Melly, I got - on my mind (you have reached the voicemail box of-) Yeah, I'm big steppa (I'm big steppa) I hear all them threats, but I don't never feel no pressure, yeah (pressure) Me without the - just like salt without the pepper (yeah) Ten thousand in a chain'll turn a nigga to a stepper, yeah (you have reached the voicemail box of-, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) I'm Big 5 (I'm Big 5) Yeah, send them youngins at you, you can run, but you can't hide (grr) N- screamin' - but ain't never did a crime (crime) You know you not thuggin', why you tryin'? (Hold up) No, yeah, he slime, he ain't my kind That's on God, I got -, got .45s Both them - match my vibe, hm, I'm that type of type, hm Two - flip your ride, hm, ten more, and they laugh, yeah We'll catch the - outside, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) He don't care 'bout his life, uh We gon' send him home that's what he wants, scary sight, huh Skuba in the cut with double cups and extra pipes, huh I'm scopin', I'm snipin', and I got on all my ice, let him do it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'm big steppa (I'm big steppa) I hear all them threats, but I don't never feel no pressure, yeah (pressure) Me without the -, just like salt without the pepper (yeah) Ten thousand in a chain'll turn a nigga to a stepper, yeah (you have reached the voicemail box of-, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) I'm Big 5 (I'm Big 5) Yeah, send them youngins at you, you can run, but you can't hide (grr) N- screamin' - but ain't never did a crime (crime) You know you not thuggin', why you tryin'?
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Casada Sorrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out