Stutta Step
Yeah, I started where I started, had to Stutta Step
We just threw a party, got another check
I just want a rarri' and a diamond neck-lace
I can't play no games, no I can't play not Te-tris
You been talking reckless, I move to the next bitch
Feel like we on replay, I ain't even press shit
Ima' leave em' dead lit, we gone prove em' dead wrong
Through em in the mosh pit, ain't seen that boi in two songs
Ima' get my groove on
Ima' go do my own thing when it comes to the things that I'm tryna be, yeah
I gotta couple of tings that'll make me do things before trying to leave, yeah
I just keep doing shit less for the cooler shit, more for the shit that I see, yeah
Fuck what you telling me, there aint no telling me, fuck what you typin', delete it
I ran it up for a buck or two, fuck being cool with shit, you was uncomfortable
Told you to deal with it, keeping it real and shit, lets keep it real and shit bro told me fuck a hoe
I gotta count some shit, why you so counterfeit, yogurt me hiding shit like I'm still tucking dope
I'm just another G.O.A.T., really untouchable
Really untouchable, I'm just another G.O.A.T., she wanna ride with the roof off
Drop em' Geronimo, knock em like domino, Wakeup I hit that bitch too raw
Started this shit of the moon rocks, I got your bitch saying ooh aah
Rollup the wood its a dooza', shawty daydreaming bout' mula'
Yeah, I started where I started, had to Stutta Step
We just threw a party, got another check
I just want a rarri' and a diamond neck-lace
I can't play no games, no I can't play not Te-tris
You been talking reckless, I move to the next bitch
Feel like we on replay, I ain't even press shit
Ima' leave em' dead lit, we gone prove em' dead wrong
Through em in the mosh pit, ain't seen that boy in two songs
Ima' get my groove on
I get a dub and I run it up, get it back, hunnid racks go to Japan
Off of some Dosi doe, smoking sum Mochi hoe, I don't know where but I know I'm gon' land
Pound of Runtz out the doe', pay bout a figure four, told em go count it up I got some bands
We just been rolling and scrolling and rolling and I'm still gon' pullup and do it again
Had to go start it, but look where we started, she ask why I'm leaving, say this is the end
I gotta reason, to ask for the weekend and say you was geeking for fucking my friend
How you gon' speak on some shit, when you tweaking and shit, then go tell me that we made amends
I started this shit when I was like ten, ain't gon be crying when you in the wind
Really untouchable, I'm just another G.O.A.T., she wanna ride with the roof off
Drop em' Geronimo, knock em like domino, Wakeup I hit that bitch too raw
Started this shit of the moon rocks, I got your bitch saying ooh aah
Rollup the wood its a dooza', shawty daydreaming bout' mula'
Yeah, I started where I started, had to Stutta Step
We just threw a party, got another check
I just want a rarri' and a diamond neck-lace
I can't play no games, no I can't play not Te-tris
You been talking reckless, I move to the next bitch
Feel like we on replay, I ain't even press shit
Ima' leave em' dead lit, we gone prove em' dead wrong
Through em in the mosh pit, ain't seen that boi in two songs
Ima' get my groove on
Ima' get my groove on
We just threw a party, got another check
I just want a rarri' and a diamond neck-lace
I can't play no games, no I can't play not Te-tris
You been talking reckless, I move to the next bitch
Feel like we on replay, I ain't even press shit
Ima' leave em' dead lit, we gone prove em' dead wrong
Through em in the mosh pit, ain't seen that boi in two songs
Ima' get my groove on
Ima' go do my own thing when it comes to the things that I'm tryna be, yeah
I gotta couple of tings that'll make me do things before trying to leave, yeah
I just keep doing shit less for the cooler shit, more for the shit that I see, yeah
Fuck what you telling me, there aint no telling me, fuck what you typin', delete it
I ran it up for a buck or two, fuck being cool with shit, you was uncomfortable
Told you to deal with it, keeping it real and shit, lets keep it real and shit bro told me fuck a hoe
I gotta count some shit, why you so counterfeit, yogurt me hiding shit like I'm still tucking dope
I'm just another G.O.A.T., really untouchable
Really untouchable, I'm just another G.O.A.T., she wanna ride with the roof off
Drop em' Geronimo, knock em like domino, Wakeup I hit that bitch too raw
Started this shit of the moon rocks, I got your bitch saying ooh aah
Rollup the wood its a dooza', shawty daydreaming bout' mula'
Yeah, I started where I started, had to Stutta Step
We just threw a party, got another check
I just want a rarri' and a diamond neck-lace
I can't play no games, no I can't play not Te-tris
You been talking reckless, I move to the next bitch
Feel like we on replay, I ain't even press shit
Ima' leave em' dead lit, we gone prove em' dead wrong
Through em in the mosh pit, ain't seen that boy in two songs
Ima' get my groove on
I get a dub and I run it up, get it back, hunnid racks go to Japan
Off of some Dosi doe, smoking sum Mochi hoe, I don't know where but I know I'm gon' land
Pound of Runtz out the doe', pay bout a figure four, told em go count it up I got some bands
We just been rolling and scrolling and rolling and I'm still gon' pullup and do it again
Had to go start it, but look where we started, she ask why I'm leaving, say this is the end
I gotta reason, to ask for the weekend and say you was geeking for fucking my friend
How you gon' speak on some shit, when you tweaking and shit, then go tell me that we made amends
I started this shit when I was like ten, ain't gon be crying when you in the wind
Really untouchable, I'm just another G.O.A.T., she wanna ride with the roof off
Drop em' Geronimo, knock em like domino, Wakeup I hit that bitch too raw
Started this shit of the moon rocks, I got your bitch saying ooh aah
Rollup the wood its a dooza', shawty daydreaming bout' mula'
Yeah, I started where I started, had to Stutta Step
We just threw a party, got another check
I just want a rarri' and a diamond neck-lace
I can't play no games, no I can't play not Te-tris
You been talking reckless, I move to the next bitch
Feel like we on replay, I ain't even press shit
Ima' leave em' dead lit, we gone prove em' dead wrong
Through em in the mosh pit, ain't seen that boi in two songs
Ima' get my groove on
Ima' get my groove on
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Writer(s): Derek Arnel
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