Step Back (feat. J Prez)
Step back bitch, you ain't cooler than shit
Ice out my neck then Frank Mueller my wrist
Blow like a dutch, she finessing my dick
Your bitch gonna swallow, my choppa gon spit
I swear that stupid lil hoe be the death of me
Four getting hungry, your man is the recipe
Man in the mirror, that man is my enemy
Presidential whips, they calling me Kennedy
Step back bitch, imma keep telling her get back bitch
Sleeping on me like some jet lag bitch
Your bittie so dry, got to wet that bitch
Step back bitch, you ain't cooler than shit
Getting so wet I'm losing my grip
Call her Shakira, she lie with her hips
You step like a bitch, got some ice in my wrist
Step back and duck bitch I don't give a fuck
Just bought a semi, it look like a truck
Ice on my shoes but I ain't got a puck
Like what do you got, you ain't cooler than us
I'm killing this shit, I'm killing this shit
Dick game crazy, I'm filling your bitch
Playing on D, yeah you bouta get sacked
That's right bitch you better step back
I can't decide Prada or Gucci
Slides gotta match so they Louis
Don't bring your girl 'round me, she choosy
If it's you or me she choose me
She lazy, we Uber Eats sushi
Act like we gon watch a movie
But she know that we bouta make one
So that bitch warming up like she Bruce Lee
We throwing the shots and your body gon catch it
No I do not want your bitch she too ratchet
Head to the top, so fast got me spazzing
Money blue and it's long like elastic
I got the Gucci and Prada my jacket
We make a movie, ain't talking bout action
Bitch got me tripping, I'll play her like Madden
Come to a show, I'm the main attraction
Gucci in the closet, yeah I'm fucking rich
Walking down the street and yeah I'll take your bitch
Off to the club I go limo for my hoes
Imma take the Wraith to school and Lambo to my shows
Step back bitch, you ain't cooler than shit
Ice out my neck then Frank Mueller my wrist
Blow like a dutch, she finessing my dick
Your bitch gonna swallow, my choppa gon spit
I swear that stupid lil hoe be the death of me
Four getting hungry, your man is the recipe
Man in the mirror, that man is my enemy
Presidential whips, they calling me Kennedy
Ice out my neck then Frank Mueller my wrist
Blow like a dutch, she finessing my dick
Your bitch gonna swallow, my choppa gon spit
I swear that stupid lil hoe be the death of me
Four getting hungry, your man is the recipe
Man in the mirror, that man is my enemy
Presidential whips, they calling me Kennedy
Step back bitch, imma keep telling her get back bitch
Sleeping on me like some jet lag bitch
Your bittie so dry, got to wet that bitch
Step back bitch, you ain't cooler than shit
Getting so wet I'm losing my grip
Call her Shakira, she lie with her hips
You step like a bitch, got some ice in my wrist
Step back and duck bitch I don't give a fuck
Just bought a semi, it look like a truck
Ice on my shoes but I ain't got a puck
Like what do you got, you ain't cooler than us
I'm killing this shit, I'm killing this shit
Dick game crazy, I'm filling your bitch
Playing on D, yeah you bouta get sacked
That's right bitch you better step back
I can't decide Prada or Gucci
Slides gotta match so they Louis
Don't bring your girl 'round me, she choosy
If it's you or me she choose me
She lazy, we Uber Eats sushi
Act like we gon watch a movie
But she know that we bouta make one
So that bitch warming up like she Bruce Lee
We throwing the shots and your body gon catch it
No I do not want your bitch she too ratchet
Head to the top, so fast got me spazzing
Money blue and it's long like elastic
I got the Gucci and Prada my jacket
We make a movie, ain't talking bout action
Bitch got me tripping, I'll play her like Madden
Come to a show, I'm the main attraction
Gucci in the closet, yeah I'm fucking rich
Walking down the street and yeah I'll take your bitch
Off to the club I go limo for my hoes
Imma take the Wraith to school and Lambo to my shows
Step back bitch, you ain't cooler than shit
Ice out my neck then Frank Mueller my wrist
Blow like a dutch, she finessing my dick
Your bitch gonna swallow, my choppa gon spit
I swear that stupid lil hoe be the death of me
Four getting hungry, your man is the recipe
Man in the mirror, that man is my enemy
Presidential whips, they calling me Kennedy
Credits
Writer(s): Revson Mills
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