Step Back!

(专辑： Homesick - 2022)

Uhm, it's a good time to say "Holy smokes"

Said, "What's up? Bitch, what's happenin'?" (Hehehehehahahaha)
Bitch tryna suck on my dick, I might tap it
See this .40 round clip, the grip, I might grab it
My hollow point tip, yo' lip, it cause havoc
So out my way, bitch, move it, fuck it up
I got like way too many bands, pockets flooded up
And what I got in my advance'd make yo' stomach fucked
I keep a strap up on my waist, it got a hollow tucked

'Cause like, damn, move out my way
Got new money coming, bitch, stack my pape'
I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a case
New whip, no keys, electric race
Like, what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fake, you off the grid, your face decay
I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (Ayy)

'Cause I'm booming all these pussy bitches that be talking nothing to my face
He wanna pull up with a gat and get sprayed, fuck that
Got two dicks on me, got one for your bitch, and the other with a laser, you get tased
Slide through, go drift in a Civ' after talking to yo' bitch, leave a red dot beam to your face
And my money making money (Ayy), where your bands go? (Ayy)
Bitch, fuck around (Ayy), I'ma pull up (Ayy), and I'll catch another case
Like, damn, shit, huh?
What yo' clique gon' do? When I slide to yo' crib, what yo' blick gon' do?
Got yo' girl up on my line, what yo' bitch gon' do?
Curb stomp a pussy bitch (Ayy), what my Rick's going through
Like, damn, shit, and I keep that boom
If it's over me and you, who yo' bitch gon' choose?
Flex a hundred dollar shoes, what yo' fit gon' prove?
And you see me going up (Ayy, ayy, ayy), why you look confused, huh?

Tell a pussy boy that I said, "Step back!"
Motherfucker wanna talk, but I'm getting the bag
I see the reason that the motherfuckers taking it bad
They know they never wanna be the one to step like that, like
Boom, bitch, you don't want this
I'ma pull up with the glick, pussy wanna talk shit, like
Every motherfucker wanna talk about another
But they never wanna be the one to pull up the numbers
See me doing good, now they wanna say, "I said so"
Tell me why they never gave a minute from the get-go
Tell me why they never wanna motherfucking let go
Tell me why my legacy is 'bout to be in set stone (Hehehehehahahaha)

You don't really wanna play on my ninth life
Like, oh my, put them in a lyrical drive-by, I slide by
Spitting like a motherfucking villain, I'ma never let them ride 'til they picking the right side
The cyanide in yo' drink, go bye-bye
Make plays, get bank, for my own time
Stay away from the motherfuckers tryna be the ones to take a blade to my name, I choose life
Revenge on my chest, I stay in my best
They staying mad that I be winning, do I make you upset?
I'm making moves, and now they coming 'cause I'm getting some bread
But you weren't there when I was broke, and now you think that we friends
Forget it

Da-da-da-da-da-damn, move out my way
Got new money coming, bitch, stack my pape'
I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a case
New whip, no keys, electric race
Like, what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fake, you off the grid, your face decay
I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (Two twins, got twins, got twins, got twins, got twins)