HOT STEPPA - Ocean Wisdom

Hot steppa, make you run

Run away, from da gang

Hot steppa, watch your mouth

Hold your tongue, not my hand

I’ll kill you wid this shh

And this

Shh

And this blank

Hot steppa, in your crib

Take your dough and your dank

Hot steppa, make you run

Run away, from da gang

Hot steppa, watch your mouth

Hold your tongue, not my hand

I’ll kill you wid this shh

And this

Shh

And this blank

Hot steppa, in your crib

Take your dough and your dank

Look, all my life I been fulfillin'

That’s why the galdem look at me Goku n look at you Krillin

Look at you chillin'

Sharing a zoot, 8 man watching you billin'

I can’t relate to man that can’t relate to me

I can’t berate a man for tryna get this P

It makes the world go round

Said she ain’t the type of chick that’s swayed by Ps

But funny when you getting money like me, even them girls go down

No we don’t ca men are trash an gyal are treasure

Sometimes the treasure has a rash between her feathers

And sometimes the treasure’s way too active wid the fellas so the treasure turn

from gold to like a semen covered relic

I been on tracks with Method

Questioning my certiness is either dumb or jealous

You’re just hating ca a nigga young rich and over zealous

But I’m really very friendly, in the flesh I’m just a bredda

Until you piss me off

And then I carve an O into your chest or get you got

You listen to the cops them man there snitchin' to the plod

Them man there bitchin' to the gov

Them man there itching to be squad

While I risk my life for a brudda no other

Issa mad ting how we make 'em hide in cupboards

Oooh

Hot steppa so stubborn wid the 9

Tryna make a lickle violence bubble oooh

Hot steppa, make you run

Run away, from da gang

Hot steppa, watch your mouth

Hold your tongue, not my hand

I’ll kill you wid this shh

And this

Shh

And this blank

Hot steppa, in your crib

Take your dough and your dank

The bigger I get

The more fickle a foe

They morh into a bro

Tell 'em abort the rigmarole

I’m on it back to back to back to back

Tours letting you know

I be the I’m the one that spun the track and slaughtered all of the foes

Yeah I get the, bag

Back of the Benz, stack of the Raws

Billin' a cone

Black and excellent

And any expense, is covered in gold

She covered it oh

I shouldn’t have said that

The beat under control

I figure the flow

Dem man there can’t spray dat

Yo Meth no need to he packin' the mac in the back of the ac

I’m attackin' a prat wid the back of my hand

That’s a slap in the back of the head

If he chat and he doesn’t want that it’s a fact

Man couldn’t pander to that if it’s that

I put a shank in the flab of the back

Man need flubber to ball wid the gang

I got the energy up in the flat

Galdem be boppin' then man are relaxed

They tryna look cool but you know that they’re gassed

Look at the way that I got 'em to clap

Dab skank, act spaz

Chat crap, get smacked

Big man, big wap

Click clack, bin bag

Zig zag, jaw snap

Hot steppa, make you run

Run away, from da gang

Hot steppa, watch your mouth

Hold your tongue, not my hand

I’ll kill you wid this shh

And this

Shh

And this blank

Hot steppa, in your crib

Take your dough and your dank