Lemon Pepper Steppers lyrics by Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist from Alfredo 2 are a perfect blend of cold gangsta realism with moments of crude humor, brutal confidence, and street trauma dressed in luxury aesthetics. Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist, known for their critically acclaimed collaborations and cinematic street narratives, are a dynamic rapper-producer duo. “Lemon Pepper Steppers” is a song that hits you right in the heart and takes you to a different, gritty world. Throughout this track they are once again showcasing their exceptional rap skills, production magic, and storytelling abilities. There is an energy in the song that reflects Freddie’s street violence—knockouts, drugs, inhaling—and his luxury—R-evs, wild nights—where “Lemon Pepper Steppers” becomes a bold symbol. This song is a journey of his power, from the chaos of the past to his dominance.
Lyrics of Lemon Pepper Steppers by Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
[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)
