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step on dog - skinny t lyrics

[intro: skinny t]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
ayy, ayy
(funk or die)
know you n*ggas, y’all can’t f*ck with us
(d*mn, jakesand)
ayy

[verse 1: skinny t]
i let steve up a ten, i swear you n*ggas broke
it’s cold in the streets, i seek the heater through the gucci coat
old b*tch don’t play the blame no more, my new b*tch on soap
shoot the fully ’til it cl!ck, n*gga, i think the switch broke
last n*gga made we beat his load, we ain’t sayin’ sh*t
treat a bougie b*tch like a dog, i can’t stunt no b*tch
in the club, money fallin’, n*gga, i feel like money mitch
in the d ridin’ around, n*gga, i’m tryna get rich

[verse 2: skeechy meechy]
i got a plug out of town, he give me what i want (yeah)
i’ll buy that b*tch a purse, give her what she want (for rеal)
i’m on 6, just me and smoke, i just sold a brick of coke
i got circlеs ridin’ with the burners, i just left the store
the b*tch talk too much, i put it in her throat
i just f*cked her on a yacht, make her drive the boat
i got fentanyl, ice, buy what you want
the way i live life, i do what you don’t
[verse 3: toodha band$]
we in the d with it
f*ck some classy hoes, where the hood? i need some freak b*tches
last body, had to smoke a n*gga, he was sneak dissin’
n*gga said that he was finna— now his t**th missin’
poodha out the window, clip empty, he just keep cl!ckin’
opps out the way, tired of dyin’, they can’t breathe with us
we from cali, all in miami, brought the heat with us
told baby when she suck my d*ck, don’t use the t**th with it
d*mn, ain’t got no lactose, get the fentanyl
unc mike vick with the work the way he step on dog

[interlude: rio da yung og]
yeah, you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
hit a n*gga with a five*seven, had to step on dog
‘fore i put my foot on these rappin’ n*ggas’ neck, used to step on dog
n*gga think we finna square up, then weapons draw
got indicted, five years in the feds with less involvement
me and bro just dropped a five in a one
i done seen top*tier hitmen die with a gun
don’t call your big brother, he gon’ die if he come
my clique like a band, five n*ggas on the drums

- skinny t lyrics

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