Big Stepper
Roddy RicchLyrics of Big Stepper by Roddy Ricch
Intro
Yeah
Chorus
Mm, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil′ nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh
I was told to never show no love, my nigga
Chorus
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Slidin′ down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain′t chillin′
Verse
Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda
Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola
Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla
Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me nigga
Verse
Bitch I done ride with the shooters, ayy
Made my cousin a killer
In the ′15, I was neighborhood drug dealer
I'm so cold hearted, I can′t show no love, nigga
Verse
But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs"
Nigga, uh, bought a brand new AP, it was 50,000 total
It feel like the flu game, when I sold out the Nova
I had to finess and get the bag, I had mad dough though
If he ain't try and go get the safe, I get it crackin′ solo
Chorus
Mm, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh
Chorus
I was told to never show no love, my nigga
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Slidin′ down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin′ on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain′t chillin'
Verse
Sour vision, bank account
Had a bad bitch put a 100,000 in her spandex
That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated
Can′t fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated
Verse
Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it
Made 40,000 on new years, took a private to Vegas
I been on Promethazine so long, when I'm slidin′ I'm faded
I been tryin' to get a crib so long, now I got it, it′s gated
Verse
I been touchin′ all of these millions, I know they gon' hate it
My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it
Nigga I been ballin′ every season like Kobe with aim
All these niggas gon' hate
I stayed down and got rich, now I′m fuckin' on this lil′ baby
Chorus
Mm, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh
Chorus
I was told to never show no love, my nigga
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Slidin′ down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin′ on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain′t chillin'
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