Big Stepper

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Roddy Ricch

Roddy Ricch is an American rapper and producer from Compton, California. He is signed to Bird Vision Entertainment at the moment. In November 2018, he released the mixtape, Feed Tha Streets II, which has peaked at number 68 on the Billboard 200 chart. And now he's a grammy award winner from the song racks in the middle.... And went number one on the billboard hot hundred with THE BOX for eleven weeks. Under this album Please excuse me for being antisocial, which also went number one on the billboard 200 chart. more »

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Yeah

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, ay
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'

Yeah, ha ha, Perc-y, Perc-y, 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
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
But I f*ck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs", nigga, uh
Bought a brand new AP, it was fifty thousand total
It feel like the Flu Game, when I sold out the Novo
I had to finesse and get the bag, I had mad dough though
If he ain't try and go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo

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, ay
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'

Bird vision, bank account
Had a bad bitch put a hundred thousand in her spandex
That hundred that made me million, I got it laminated
Can't f*ck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated
Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it
Made forty thousand on New Year's, 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
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 eight
All these niggas gon' hate
I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this lil' baby

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, ay
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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