Roddy Ricch present the visual for “Big Stepper”
The talented American rapper Roddy Ricch comes through with the official music video of his most recent track titled Big Stepper.
As the first single from Ricch’s debut studio album Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial, the song was made available on October 11, 2019. Steven Alexander, Cristian Gonzalez, Joseph Nguyen, and Rodrick Moore, Jr. wrote the song.
On October 11, 2019, a music video for “Big Stepper” was first made available on YouTube.
Enjoy below!
Big stepper lyrics by Roddy Ricch
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Mmh, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil’ nigga, ayy
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my nigga, ayy
I was taught 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 ceiling
Slidin’ down Fairfax, nigga, I was plottin’ on a million
I want a billion, nigga, so that’s on God, I ain’t chillin’
[Verse 1]
Yeah, hah, Perky, Perky, 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, and I ride with the shooters, ayy
Made my cousin a killer, uh
And at fifteen, I was neighborhood drug dealer
I’m so cold hearted, I can’t show no love, nigga
But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, “Persian Rugs,” nigga, uh
Bought a brand new AP, it was fifty thousand total
It felt 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 tryna go get the safe, I get it crackin’ solo
[Chorus]
Mmh, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil’ nigga, ayy
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my nigga, ayy
I was taught 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 ceiling
Slidin’ down Fairfax, nigga, I was plottin’ on a million
I want a billion, nigga, so that’s on God, I ain’t chillin’
[Verse 2]
Bird Vision, Bandcamp
Had a bad bitch put a hundred thousand in her spandex
That hundred that made me a million, I got it laminated
Can’t fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated
Thank God for all of these blue faces, I barely done made it
Made forty thousand on New Years, took a private to Vegas
I been on promethazine so long, when I’m slidin’, I’m faded
I been tryna get a crib so long, now I got it, it’s gated
I been touchin’ all 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, yeah
All these niggas gon’ hate
I stayed down and got rich
Now I’m fuckin’ on his lil’ bae
[Chorus]
Mmh, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil’ nigga, ayy
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs, my nigga, ayy
I was taught 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 ceiling
Slidin’ down Fairfax, nigga, I was plottin’ on a million
I want a billion, nigga, so that’s on God, I ain’t chillin’