SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY

Brrt
Look, Crete
Mm, hm

Same nigga breaking down hoes left and right (Yeah)
I was counting up an M on a private flight (Yeah)
All this Chrome on my body like a medieval knight (Hmm)
I was fucking up a sack on that purple Sprite (Yeah)
All my bitches been official, even tote a pistol (Yeah)
Even blow up like a whistle (Yeah), lie to officials (Yeah)
I'll drip you down in crystals if I know you're real (Mwah)
How you geeking out your body off a pink pill?
I caught you lyin;, tell me and I'll fuck with you still (Damn)
I't so many properties I bought, I'm king of the hill
Fuck nigga need to learn his place, 'fore we put 'em in it (Yeah)
Stepping and swagging, I'm running shit, I might run for senate (Huh)
I got a bitch up in the kitchen, wearing them coochie cutters (Yeah)
Free my doggy out that cell, straight up out the gutter (Sweet)
Been them niggas ever since the position needed filling
And I fear I didn't see it, it was just me and Dylan (See)
You see, it was just me and Justin (Drive)
Gripping her hair while she talking, might give her concussion (Yeah)
I don't like discussions (Damn), I'm too rich for fussing (Exactly)
Look her dead in her eyes and have that pussy busting (Yeah)
I ain't ever cuffing (Yeah)
If my corner baby die, he psyched out, still (Yeah)
Your baby daddy broke, no need for him to write a will (Yeah)
I put paint on my nails, bitches fucking still (Still)
It's old money in my bank that I'm spending still (Yeah)
Lifestyle shit get twisted, I been living shady (Creep)
I been beating up that sack like I'm Devin Haney (Beat it)
I don't need a rock friend, I'ma step solo (Facts)
I try anything once, the lifestyle YOLO
I don't wanna be posted on the blogs, I don't wanna answer calls
I did this shit for my dawgs, I just beat up the mall
I just beat up my wrist, I was ducking IRS
I was taking that risk, I was taking that bitch
I was flying Air Drake, so I was taking that switch (Brrt)
Bitch, yeah
They gave me M's at eighteen, ain't know what to do (Yeah)
I fuck a sack up at a jeweler, I was going stupid (Oh)
Fell in love with a teller, I don't know cupid
Gotta tell my stepper "No'," 'cause he'll really do it (Brrt)
Anywhere, everywhere, he don't give a damn
Empty the clip, reload the clip, we call it sleight of hand (Yeah)
My memory bad, so I'm fuckin baby on cam' (Mhm)
Bottega coat, I copped, R.I.P to couple M's (Yeah)
That boy is not a kingpin, he sold a couple grams
He ain't no gangster, grew up better than Adonis Graham

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