Lemon Pepper Steppers Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
“Lemon Pepper Steppers” by Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist is a raw, no-filter dive into street warfare wrapped in luxury sneakers. This track doesn’t sugarcoat—it’s a cocktail of fearless bars, dark humor, and cold reality. Freddie unloads punchlines like bullets, reflecting the scars of street life while flaunting fast cars, power plays, and reckless passion. With The Alchemist behind the boards, every beat bleeds atmosphere, pairing perfectly with Freddie’s vivid verses. This song isn’t just music—it’s a gritty visual, a soundtrack to survival, revenge, and the unapologetic confidence of a man who’s seen it all and still walked out fresh in “Lemon Pepper Steppers.”
Lyrics of “Lemon Pepper Steppers” – Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah
Check, Check
Yeah, I’ma Go All, All The Way Through This Shit
Check, Check
You Know I’m One Of The Best Nigga To Ever Do This Shit, 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 Nothin’ 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 Shit, Boy, You Don’t Understand Me
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Y’all Tried It Though
Tried To Pull A Nigga 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 Dick After Church In These Lemon Pepper Steppers
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Smokin’ Dope, Fresh Off The Boat
She Said Her Throat The Goat
I Gave All My Side Ho*s A Rope
Climb Up Or Fu*king Choke
Fu*king Choke, Turn Nigga 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
Nigga 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 Nigga Is Nervous, It Won’t Be No Sleeping
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Y’all Tried It Though
Tried To Pull A Nigga Back, But That Life I Left It (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 Dick After Church In These Lemon Pepper Steppers (Ah)
[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Smokin’ Dope
She Said Her Throat The Goat
She Said Her Throat The Goat, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
