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trappers & steppin - baby jamo lyrics

[intro: baby jamo]
(hey make me a beat kid)
(hey tall slime)
(you know sh*t can get tragic n*gga)
(on bro)
(it’s over with, uh)

[chorus: baby jamo]
you know sh*t can get tragic, i got some young n*ggas trapping the fastest, uh
they get the wheel won’t crash it, dirty lil’ criminals we grew up like bandits, uh (hey tall slime, hey tall slime)
they’re the youngings keep a free car don’t get turned to ashes, uh
tall just hit him a ten band l!ck and n*gga i got them bags in (hey tall, tall)
yeah i be trapping and stepping, lace up my boots and i trap any weather, uh (trapping and rapping, i lace my boots up)
yeah i be hanging with steppers, steppers be stepping we go through together, uh
free all the men that’s locked i’m sending them money i’m sending them letters, uh
push up on me i’m blowing his top and blowing my fire on whoever, uh (push up on me, boom*boom*boom)

[verse 1: 23 rackz & baby jamo]
i’m blowing this glizzy where ever
lift the cutter up go through get busy whenever
with my brother we load up get busy together
out the back of the free car hop out hit that switch on whoever
with the opps and them n*ggas get [?]
when we was ducking that switch that lil’ n*gga [?]
hit off fat sh*t when we slide we ain’t using surpressors (baoh)
said “it’s smoke with lil’ rackz” then we bringing the pressure (baoh)
hit their block with that sh*t then i skirt away (rackz)
picking the opps like “which one i’ma hurt today?”
fishing out blocks like “which one i’ma burn today?”
cari be [?] with that fire tryna burn his face (baow)
he try to roll, we don’t let him get away (baow)
[?] dump at ’em anyday (come here)
caught his ass by the police [?] chase
[?] hop out on that [?] street working that mini*drac’ (baow)
big switches and sh*t ain’t no taurus (blllrt)
me and dirty be spinning their sh*t when we bored (rackz)
n*ggas dissing this sh*t they keep throwing up fours (rackz)
get to sending that sh*t soon as we hit the corner (baow)
gbg b*tch we there ’cause we getting back (blllrt)
put that switch on his street and them n*ggas ain’t hitting back (come here)
[?] young n*gga been sending shots (rackz)
all the opps [?] their block they be running track (rackz) (hey tall slime)
[chorus: baby jamo & chv topsoulja]
you know sh*t can get tragic, i got some young n*ggas trapping the fastest, uh
they get the wheel won’t crash it, dirty lil’ criminals we grew up like bandits, uh
they’re the youngings keep a free car don’t get turned to ashes, uh
tall just hit him a ten band l!ck and n*gga i got them bags in
yeah i be trapping and stepping, lace up my boots and i trap any weather, uh (let’s go let’s go, tall slime)
yeah i be hanging with steppers, steppers be stepping we go through together, uh (let’s go let’s go, [?])
free all the men that’s locked i’m sending them money i’m sending them letters, uh
push up on me i’m blowing his top and blowing my fire on whoever, uh (topsoulja)

[verse 2: chv topsoulja & baby jamo]
uh, caught me an opp down bad got his sh*t shot
really with [?] jump shots in the parking lot
hop out the car shorty died in the parking spot
they tried to slide on the road i start blowing back
n*ggas be broke as sh*t b*tch i’m up cali’ i’m living in
i got her wet through her underwear
slid down the street and the police need backup
first time stepping i stepped in an audi truck
hang out the window with 21, i f*cked ’em up (boom*boom*boom*boom*boom)
i’m in that hood with the fifty tucked
i [?] and the yeezys on
n*ggas be down bad bro i could put you on
i’m in that lamb truck how i can’t bend the corner?
new arp with a beam and a hundred on it
i’m getting money out cali’ i seen a hundred
i’m in that ’21 ‘benz baby pushing b*ttons (uh)
n*ggas they sleep at their mother house (their mother house)
i’m at the top of this rap sh*t feel like i made it out (i made it out)
i’m getting money off rap i done bought a house
n*ggas be assed out selling out of two ounces
that b*tch she broke as sh*t took her to in*n*out
shorty got hit with the glock and went night*night
yp scored on an opp gave him two nines
you can come pick up and order like best buy (uh)
[chorus: baby jamo]
you know sh*t can get tragic, i got some young n*ggas trapping the fastest, uh (nah for real, nah for real)
they get the wheel won’t crash it, dirty lil’ criminals we grew up like bandits, uh (they get the wheel, [?])
they’re the youngings keep a free car don’t get turned to ashes, uh (dirty lil’ youngings, keep ’em a free car)
tall just hit him a ten band l!ck and n*gga i got them bags in
yeah i be trapping and stepping, lace up my boots and i trap any weather, uh
yeah i be hanging with steppers, steppers be stepping we go through together, uh
free all the men that’s locked i’m sending them money i’m sending them letters, uh (free all the men, i’m sending ’em letters)
push up on me i’m blowing his top and blowing my fire on whoever, uh (push up on me, boom*boom*boom)

[outro: baby jamo]
uh uh

- baby jamo lyrics

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