Step

We gone
Flex on em' niggas, step
Move out the way, next
Ink on my arm I'm tatted, flex
And all of them boys down the street, pressed

Steppers
I'm in the room with steppers
Finessers
I hang with real finessers
We stepping
We in yo spot collecting
Give blessings
Make sure you get the message

This one right here this for Pop
Can't say that shit without smoke
We moving all in yo section
And them pussy niggas they choked
I only get hit with the facts
See them Lil niggas is jokes
Please move out the way
We tryna drive the boat
Watch how I step on them niggas
Heel first then toe
They treating us like some legends
We do not wait at the door
I could get used to this shit
It feel like I been here before
It's prolly cause I done been blowing some racks in this spot
For like weeks in a row
I pay my respect and regards
While I sing my pain on guitars
I hope they pick me to represent them
Cause I'm like a young superstar
I'm like a young living legend
They 'bout to know who I am
Like what Fifty and Breezy had said in that song
Hmm bitch I'm the man

We gone
Flex on em' niggas, step
Move out the way, next
Ink on my arm I'm tatted, flex
And all of them boys down the street, pressed

Flex on em' niggas, step
Move out the way, next
Ink on my arm
I'm tatted, flex
And all of them boys down the street, pressed



Credits
Writer(s): Christine Chambers
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