Lemon Pepper Steppers Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

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[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah
Check, check
Yeah, I'ma go all, all the way through this s*it
Check, check
You know I'm one of the best n!gga to ever do this s*it, you feel me?

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Smoking opps walk down your block
I put that b!tch in shock
Wipe his nose, tag on they toes
I just knocked off his socks, yeah
Hundred shots came right back at us
Same day, ain't nothing drop
Send your shooter back to you shot
Tell 'em you fu*king flopped
Just say my name, Mr. Insane
Crack on my razor blade
Break it to the left, put the gang on my chest
That's cradle to the grave
Took it to the west, had my own cash on deck
Put a bad b!tch on the plane
Soon as we landed, we shop for that fetti
This Mafia s*it, boy, you don't understand me

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Y'all tried it though
Tried to pull a n!gga back, but that life I left it, yeah
R-EVs and i7s turn my garage electric, yeah
I said, "B!tch, open your heart or you might just block your blessing", yeah
She sucked my d!ck after church in these lemon pepper steppers

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Smoking dope, fresh off the boat
She said her throat the GOAT
I gave all my side hoes a rope
Climb up or fu*king choke
Fu*king choke, turn n!gga ghost
I inhale all the smoke
Make promoters cancel your show
Fifty guns at the door
So say my name, Mr. Insane
Blood on my razor blade
N!gga shoulda jacked me and whacked me
What's happening, now I ain't feel no fu*king pain
Being too extra, you need extra people
Your pockets ain't ready for war, I can peep it
It's Rabbit the Reaper, I'll send out them creepers
You n!gga is nervous, it won't be no sleeping

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Y'all tried it though
Tried to pull a n!gga down, tryna block my blessing, yeah
R-EVs and i7s turn my garage electric, yeah
Too cheap to cop a Bugatti, too gangster for a Tesla, yeah
She sucked my d!ck after church in these lemon pepper steppers (Ah)

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Smoking dope
She said her throat the goat
She said her throat the goat, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah