Step

(专辑： Baby23 - 2020)

(Damn, BT)
Oh, woah, oh, woah
Oh, oh
Hmm-mmmmm
Oh, oh

I said I stepped out with that stick, I'ma tryna step (I'm tryna step)
Just think twice, you don't move right? Bitch, you get left (You get left)
I'm sipping codeine and this shit fucking up my health (Oh, woah)
Ran up a check, I'm outta breath
She suck the dick, don't use no hands, she tell me she don't need help
On Percocet, don't fuck with Xan's but don't do thirtys, I'm not Steph
I'm clutching pistols, been official, don't mistake me for no ref
I done been burnt up on a pussy nigga, show him how it felt
.308's, .38's and we love choppers
You spot him, drop him, this here go for all of my shottas
Hit him in the face and make sure he won't go to the doctor
Won't leave a trace at the interstate, one love to my top ones
Walk a nigga down, like, "What the fuck you talking 'bout lil nigga?"
Face shot, face shot, can't wait to catch him slipping
My niggas on them pills, look in their face, they rolling off them jiggas
Eight Glocks, eight Glocks, they know we toting pistols

Big Glocks, got big knots, put that shit on your brain
Fuck on that bitch from the back, then I fuck from the front while she pulling on all of my chains (Oh, oh)
Mm-mm, but bitch, I stepped out, tryna see who's tryna step (Tryna step)
I got that heat, I'm tryna see who tryna melt

I said I stepped out with that stick, I'ma tryna step (Tryna step)
Just think twice, you don't move right? Bitch, you get left (You get left)
I'm sipping codeine and this shit fucking up my health (Oh, woah)
Ran up a check, I'm outta breath
She suck the dick, don't use no hands, she tell me she don't need help
On Percocet, don't fuck with Xan's but don't do thirtys, I'm not Steph
I'm clutching pistols, been official, don't mistake me for no ref
I done been burnt up on a pussy nigga, show him how it felt
.308's, .38's and we love choppers (And we love chopper)
Spot him, drop him, this here go for all of my shottas (All of my shottas)
Hit him in the face and make sure he won't go to the doctor (Won't go to the doctor)
Won't leave a trace at the interstate, one love to my top ones (One love to my top ones)
Walk a nigga down, like, "What the fuck you talking 'bout lil nigga?"
Face shot, face shot, can't wait to catch him slipping (Face shot)
My niggas on the pills, look in their face, they rolling off them jiggas
Eight Glocks, eight Glocks, they know we toting pistols