Step Outside (feat. Oshaedy, Payme10k & OmgPimple)
(Speedin' down the backstreet)
(I'm tryna)
(Hit you in my backseat)
(Girl, I want)
(You, to ride with me)
(Baby, ride on me)
He talk on the gang come step outside (Grrrah)
Bitch, I keep me a long TEC-9
You say you a blood, lil bitch but not hittin' no licks
Lil bitch, you ain't reppin' no sides (Buh buh buh)
I put a bullet right into his eye
Obviously he just went blind
I want a light skin bitch that 'gon look at me different
Like I'm really that fuckin' guy (Gang!)
You bitches talk down on 300
Like why would you make that mistake? (Oh yeah)
I got the chop on me like a lumberjack bitch
I'ma throw your ass up in a lake (Grrrrah)
And I told that fuck nigga, "You better move"
Like I'm Lil Uzi Vert on Eternal Atake
And I feel like Gordon Ramsay
If I pull up on him with that chop then we cut him like steak, bitch
Stop it, hunded racks in my pocket this shit can't even fit in my wallet
And I got a bitch that be pullin' and tuggin' on me
And she playing with me like a Bop-It
I'm already knowing he broke I showed him the price
And that lame ass nigga won't cop it
I know that lil boy don't want smoke
I pull up on him with that stick and that boy started coughin' (Brrr)
Aye, walk down, yeah
He want smoke, so we making him cough now
I got my hand on my blick, if he think
I'ma move it my nigga we leavin' him chopped out (Grrrah)
Used to be gang, but now he done switched up every picture
That we had gettin' cropped out
I might just die my hair red like DC The Don, my nigga you know I'ma rock out
We finna rock out
I got a stick on my side and it pop out
I got yo motherfuckin' bitch on my cock now
I hit it once and then leave and say bye now
P-Pop that lil boy like a perc
Shot at that boy he got blood on his shirt
Choppa gon hit and I swear it gon hurt
My money longer like Lil Uzi Vert
Yuh, I keep the uzi
I got your bitch and we in a jacuzzi
Hittin' her up on the low and she do me
Shoot at his head till he bald like he Fousey
Yea, I keep the .2
Fuckin' with me and you fuck with the crew
Money on money, I can never lose
Need me some wock' I mix it with the juice
I'm sippin on juice
I pour up a four whenever I need me a boost
Get the fuck bitch you gotta scoot
'Cause you was too loose
And you was uncouth
I feel like oshaedy and coop
You pulled up with choppas I pulled up with troops
We stomping these niggas in boots
We put a boy 6 feet under like he was a mufuckin root
Choppa gon brake em yeah
He don't want heat so we fry him up like some bacon
We spinning the block in a all black suv like it was a immigrant Haitian
She blow on my dick like Pokémon gameboy game
Then I put the mufucking game in
I'm black scoping the choppa what the fuck is aiming
I just wanna make music like gotobedblasian aye
Send me up addy what is to postal code nigga what is yo zone
Pussy boy come out the house bitch ass
nigga come out of yo mufucking home
'Cause I'm outside with the chrome pulled up
With troops choppas at ya fucking dome
And if I shoot and I graze
You choppa got you speaking slow like Sylvester Stallone
(Speedin' down the backstreet)
(I'm tryna)
(Hit you in my backseat)
(Girl, I want)
(You, to ride with me)
(Baby, ride on me)
(I'm tryna)
(Hit you in my backseat)
(Girl, I want)
(You, to ride with me)
(Baby, ride on me)
He talk on the gang come step outside (Grrrah)
Bitch, I keep me a long TEC-9
You say you a blood, lil bitch but not hittin' no licks
Lil bitch, you ain't reppin' no sides (Buh buh buh)
I put a bullet right into his eye
Obviously he just went blind
I want a light skin bitch that 'gon look at me different
Like I'm really that fuckin' guy (Gang!)
You bitches talk down on 300
Like why would you make that mistake? (Oh yeah)
I got the chop on me like a lumberjack bitch
I'ma throw your ass up in a lake (Grrrrah)
And I told that fuck nigga, "You better move"
Like I'm Lil Uzi Vert on Eternal Atake
And I feel like Gordon Ramsay
If I pull up on him with that chop then we cut him like steak, bitch
Stop it, hunded racks in my pocket this shit can't even fit in my wallet
And I got a bitch that be pullin' and tuggin' on me
And she playing with me like a Bop-It
I'm already knowing he broke I showed him the price
And that lame ass nigga won't cop it
I know that lil boy don't want smoke
I pull up on him with that stick and that boy started coughin' (Brrr)
Aye, walk down, yeah
He want smoke, so we making him cough now
I got my hand on my blick, if he think
I'ma move it my nigga we leavin' him chopped out (Grrrah)
Used to be gang, but now he done switched up every picture
That we had gettin' cropped out
I might just die my hair red like DC The Don, my nigga you know I'ma rock out
We finna rock out
I got a stick on my side and it pop out
I got yo motherfuckin' bitch on my cock now
I hit it once and then leave and say bye now
P-Pop that lil boy like a perc
Shot at that boy he got blood on his shirt
Choppa gon hit and I swear it gon hurt
My money longer like Lil Uzi Vert
Yuh, I keep the uzi
I got your bitch and we in a jacuzzi
Hittin' her up on the low and she do me
Shoot at his head till he bald like he Fousey
Yea, I keep the .2
Fuckin' with me and you fuck with the crew
Money on money, I can never lose
Need me some wock' I mix it with the juice
I'm sippin on juice
I pour up a four whenever I need me a boost
Get the fuck bitch you gotta scoot
'Cause you was too loose
And you was uncouth
I feel like oshaedy and coop
You pulled up with choppas I pulled up with troops
We stomping these niggas in boots
We put a boy 6 feet under like he was a mufuckin root
Choppa gon brake em yeah
He don't want heat so we fry him up like some bacon
We spinning the block in a all black suv like it was a immigrant Haitian
She blow on my dick like Pokémon gameboy game
Then I put the mufucking game in
I'm black scoping the choppa what the fuck is aiming
I just wanna make music like gotobedblasian aye
Send me up addy what is to postal code nigga what is yo zone
Pussy boy come out the house bitch ass
nigga come out of yo mufucking home
'Cause I'm outside with the chrome pulled up
With troops choppas at ya fucking dome
And if I shoot and I graze
You choppa got you speaking slow like Sylvester Stallone
(Speedin' down the backstreet)
(I'm tryna)
(Hit you in my backseat)
(Girl, I want)
(You, to ride with me)
(Baby, ride on me)
Credits
Writer(s): Omg Pimple
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