Step The Hardest
Ayy
What you mean, man?
Get up on 'em, man
She did the split on the dick
Craziest shit I ever seen
Skitz out the foreign
Thirty pokin' out designer jeans
Blood on my cleats
Wash them down with detergent and bleach
That demon that's unheard of
Nigga, that's what you finna meet
Don't wanna hear you breathe
Move a muscle, you get put to sleep
Hella extra shots, his body cold
Head to his feet
Brains on the pavement, blood
I wanna see them chasin' me
Tie the kids up
Hope the neighbors didn't hear 'еm scream
Could've caught the body
You didn't catch it, you ain't dеdicated
Blood a dropout, but with the Glocks
My nigga educated
Another homicide, I know his moms devastated (Nelson)
Was never gang
But you let him say it (Tyree on this beat, though)
Ayy, get up on that nigga
False claiming gang
You better smoke that nigga
That ho sick, I dodge her like she got corona, nigga
Tryna funk, but you broke
That's what's wrong with niggas
How it's up, but you listen to my songs, lil' nigga?
Ayy, say the word, we can purge
Bro, just follow up
Y'all can make all the songs y'all want
Y'all ain't poppin' us
It's two steps to trying to step
Just cock and bust
I put my all in this Glock, she got my love
She got my trust, I stay with it
Y'all ain't poppin' me
Heard he in the bounty gettin' rolled
Better bob and weave
The older homie know I'm a shooter
Give me Glocks for free
That nigga told, that's on you
Get him off the team
I'm fresh home, she on my phone
Jaaybo this and that
Baby girl, you know we staying where I left you at
Wasn't around when I was down
Where was them letters at?
And I ain't Captain Save a Ho, I'ma let her fat
Pop a smack, spark a Black
It ain't nothin' though
Still fuck a ho, never stress
Bitches come and go
Brodie took four, never told
Took it to the throat
We don't do the euros
Or the lean if he gettin' off the coke
I pack dope, five hits and I damn near choked
Beat that whip down to the whee
They can't find his loc
Only ten bands to her name
This bitch kind of broke
Told on me once
Next time I'ma slide alone
But fuck it up, do your shit, baby
Pop that shit, I like the way you move those hips, baby
Ayy, shake somethin', speed it up and slow it down for me
You know you thick, baby
Turn that thing around for me
Fuck it up, do your shit, baby
Pop that shit, I like the way you move those hips, baby
Ayy, shake somethin', speed it up and slow it down for me
You know you thick, baby, turn that thing around for me, ayy
What you mean, man?
Get up on 'em, man
She did the split on the dick
Craziest shit I ever seen
Skitz out the foreign
Thirty pokin' out designer jeans
Blood on my cleats
Wash them down with detergent and bleach
That demon that's unheard of
Nigga, that's what you finna meet
Don't wanna hear you breathe
Move a muscle, you get put to sleep
Hella extra shots, his body cold
Head to his feet
Brains on the pavement, blood
I wanna see them chasin' me
Tie the kids up
Hope the neighbors didn't hear 'еm scream
Could've caught the body
You didn't catch it, you ain't dеdicated
Blood a dropout, but with the Glocks
My nigga educated
Another homicide, I know his moms devastated (Nelson)
Was never gang
But you let him say it (Tyree on this beat, though)
Ayy, get up on that nigga
False claiming gang
You better smoke that nigga
That ho sick, I dodge her like she got corona, nigga
Tryna funk, but you broke
That's what's wrong with niggas
How it's up, but you listen to my songs, lil' nigga?
Ayy, say the word, we can purge
Bro, just follow up
Y'all can make all the songs y'all want
Y'all ain't poppin' us
It's two steps to trying to step
Just cock and bust
I put my all in this Glock, she got my love
She got my trust, I stay with it
Y'all ain't poppin' me
Heard he in the bounty gettin' rolled
Better bob and weave
The older homie know I'm a shooter
Give me Glocks for free
That nigga told, that's on you
Get him off the team
I'm fresh home, she on my phone
Jaaybo this and that
Baby girl, you know we staying where I left you at
Wasn't around when I was down
Where was them letters at?
And I ain't Captain Save a Ho, I'ma let her fat
Pop a smack, spark a Black
It ain't nothin' though
Still fuck a ho, never stress
Bitches come and go
Brodie took four, never told
Took it to the throat
We don't do the euros
Or the lean if he gettin' off the coke
I pack dope, five hits and I damn near choked
Beat that whip down to the whee
They can't find his loc
Only ten bands to her name
This bitch kind of broke
Told on me once
Next time I'ma slide alone
But fuck it up, do your shit, baby
Pop that shit, I like the way you move those hips, baby
Ayy, shake somethin', speed it up and slow it down for me
You know you thick, baby
Turn that thing around for me
Fuck it up, do your shit, baby
Pop that shit, I like the way you move those hips, baby
Ayy, shake somethin', speed it up and slow it down for me
You know you thick, baby, turn that thing around for me, ayy
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Writer(s): Ebk Jaaybo
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