Lyrics:
the bread and leave the rest for your savings
I can hit my money dance on this shit
Because I'm two-steppin', I'm on pace for this shit
Get out the kitchen,
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
Brr)
In the end, it's just some gobble gobble (brr, baow!)
Fly out Paris, fly out Berlin, bitch my life's cos fonny
Bitch this GS monny, not no fuckin'
' out My baby said I'm livin' for this music, I asked her what it's all abo=ut She said I'm just a silly girl, this stuff has got me in a whirl
name and put your number baby, in my cellular phone
Now I'm steppin' out, with my new girl on my side
You can't tell me nothin' you can tell by the way I
My niggas get real grimy Steppin over niggas, it's a stepping stone and I'm still climbin
My niggas get real grimy Hot shells hit your body, this
Yeah
Uh uh uhuh
Yeah
Uh
I let that bitch go rip like beyblade
White wall so you hate me
Go cough yo lungs out baby
Uh 2 steppin’ in my nikes
all right
I just wanna tell you, that you can't play with my heart
My heart, baby is putting out a call to your heart to stop messing
Around, you better
brightly
Take a likin’ and hey say
They fel is getting pricey
Rocking headbands running with the bison
Y’all ain’t gotta like me
Lets see i’m birthed out
I got a broken heart I tend to fly away
Can you hug me tight and tell me baby it's okay
I see my angles by the moon and it's some miles away
I wanna
Get spread out, we drivin', this bitch ain't regular R.I.P. Drake, my boy was a mella
Lowkey, I'm a pimp, baby, I'll sell her Steppin' on a opp, if I
Without a question, we holdin' weapons while euro steppin
Fuck bitches, get money, that's just my profession
The only thing they takin' from me is a fuckin'
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
Racquel (Oh yeah)
That my lil' baby from a distance I don’t even care. (Bitch)
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin' up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special
every season
Baby say I'm super pleasing
She say she always gonna be with me
Dates at the crib, or we out of town
Or we overseas
She don't have to ask for
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotta, my
minute made, juiced up
They know I go M.I.A. then pop out with some new stuff
Steppin' on so many necks I almost got my shoe stuck
Got my shoe stuck
I do
my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped
right)
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
'Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti (hey)
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies (what
got the patience just to keep up with yo-? stop
Do you want the name that I got given by my pops?
For the record, that record just wasn't hot
Off
nice
Nothin' but blinder reminders of
My future life i'm freakin' out
I'm gettin' closer to that other level
Will I be strong with game
Or just
a fucking gun case,
Took the trap route I can’t back out cause this shit a fuckin' one way,
He woofin' but he don’t want gunplay,,
Shoutout to Carlito my
of the promise
Still tryna make it out to the bay like Gorgeous Shoutout to my villains in the crowd, we the
Squadron Shoutout to the homies that gon' fuck with us
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