Steppin' Out (feat. Leeko Sav)
Had to let this bitch breathe
Getting money swish cheese
Told her I'm gone...
Bye, bitch please
Yeah that bitch a goofy troop
Hit that shit like Bruce Bruce
Then I chuck a duce duce gone
Steppin out
And this off top get wet like mop and air it out
I'm bout that guap and if it's not don't care about
And where I'm from it ain't not check in check it out
Shit get mad real you get popped like Advil
What's a bad deal I can't sign a bad deal
Cause these hoes tell call that lil bitch chad hill
Sick like sickle cell told that bitch I'm mad ill
Me and guap a bad duo imma boss Hugo
Nah Pharrell I got wheel feel like chad Hugo
Nah Pharrell I got skill, skill that only you know
Since you say that ass real shake It like a blue nose
Air me out in and out no carry out
Where abouts bend her over wear it out
We got clips and we make movies paramount
And if I get them chips I split my team a fair amount
Wait let me get a sip of that
who is this bitch texting me
And if it ain't got bitch then she ain't sexing me
Nigga that shit dead, Rest In Peace
I won't ever let these bitches get the best of me
I Been Tryna Get The Swiss Cheese
I Will Never Switch Teams
Switchin for the big leagues ohh
Everything I need what I own
What I'm on
Kickin shit like punts yea
I got this backwood stuffed with drugs you know it's runtz yea
I fucked yo bitch she slutted out, yea she's a slut yea
Dick all in her gut
I put designer on her butt yea
Model like she strut yea
Tell me wassup
I wrap a nigga like king tut, Yea
Coming out the cut, yea
Model yea she strut, yea
30 on me wassup, yea
These niggas think they tough, yea
I can't get enough, the paper chase Yea I'm on wock
Trippin wit this Glock
Yea I'm paranoid I see the police on my block
I can't get enough
P's coming yea it buss(p's coming it's a pass out, yea)
It's a, pass out
She got ass out
Try me boy you assed out
U get fanned out
You'll get blammed down
Call back up, man down(yea that boy got ran down)
Ay let me get a sip of that who is this just texting me
And if it ain't yo bitch then she sexing me
Nigga you ain't big enough can't flex on me
Ay Niggas ain't to ay
Getting money swish cheese
Told her I'm gone...
Bye, bitch please
Yeah that bitch a goofy troop
Hit that shit like Bruce Bruce
Then I chuck a duce duce gone
Steppin out
And this off top get wet like mop and air it out
I'm bout that guap and if it's not don't care about
And where I'm from it ain't not check in check it out
Shit get mad real you get popped like Advil
What's a bad deal I can't sign a bad deal
Cause these hoes tell call that lil bitch chad hill
Sick like sickle cell told that bitch I'm mad ill
Me and guap a bad duo imma boss Hugo
Nah Pharrell I got wheel feel like chad Hugo
Nah Pharrell I got skill, skill that only you know
Since you say that ass real shake It like a blue nose
Air me out in and out no carry out
Where abouts bend her over wear it out
We got clips and we make movies paramount
And if I get them chips I split my team a fair amount
Wait let me get a sip of that
who is this bitch texting me
And if it ain't got bitch then she ain't sexing me
Nigga that shit dead, Rest In Peace
I won't ever let these bitches get the best of me
I Been Tryna Get The Swiss Cheese
I Will Never Switch Teams
Switchin for the big leagues ohh
Everything I need what I own
What I'm on
Kickin shit like punts yea
I got this backwood stuffed with drugs you know it's runtz yea
I fucked yo bitch she slutted out, yea she's a slut yea
Dick all in her gut
I put designer on her butt yea
Model like she strut yea
Tell me wassup
I wrap a nigga like king tut, Yea
Coming out the cut, yea
Model yea she strut, yea
30 on me wassup, yea
These niggas think they tough, yea
I can't get enough, the paper chase Yea I'm on wock
Trippin wit this Glock
Yea I'm paranoid I see the police on my block
I can't get enough
P's coming yea it buss(p's coming it's a pass out, yea)
It's a, pass out
She got ass out
Try me boy you assed out
U get fanned out
You'll get blammed down
Call back up, man down(yea that boy got ran down)
Ay let me get a sip of that who is this just texting me
And if it ain't yo bitch then she sexing me
Nigga you ain't big enough can't flex on me
Ay Niggas ain't to ay
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Writer(s): Jacari Rice
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