Test Ur Life (Step Right)

Step right, Step right ooh Step right, Step Right

Step Right Nigga
Playing wit the boy come and test ur life nigga
Crazy wit the led I ain't finna write niggas
I could use my hands but I ain't finna fight witcha (No way)
Left Right Nigga
Leave that bitch alone you gotta get right nigga
Watch it drop slow, Put it in a sprite nigga
Blowing up my phone but I don't type niggas

I don't really like to speak a lot these days
I don't wanna talk unless the shit gon pay me
How you sittin round tryna lie to my face?
Knowing deep down that the shit ain't changing
I lose my mind I know
Tryna make up but the shit gets old
I Listen to lies you told
Tryna make love but I just don't know
I be getting high when I want
I just cant decide when I want you
I can't give the time that you want
You gon always slide if I want you
Shit get hard I know
I dont wanna talk, wanna take it slow
Shit get harder I know

Aye, Step right nigga
If you don't got a gun then you might die nigga
Please stay away I don't really like niggas
If you don't let it blow then you can't slide wit us
Dodging Narcs on the road
I want a India I don't really like hoes
If I hit her in the car she can get a ride home
When I go to sleep I be hiding my phone
I be in your hood when I want
Imma call your phone baby when I miss you
Hoes love the drip when I walk
So many niggas wanna be like me
I got Glock on my waist
Please tell me, Nigga why would I fight you?
I pop a perc when I wake up
And before I go to sleep so I gotta buy 2 (Woah)

Step Right Nigga
Playing wit the boy come and test ur life nigga
Crazy wit the led I ain't finna write niggas
I could use my hands but I ain't finna fight witcha
Left Right Nigga
Leave that bitch alone you gotta get right nigga
Watch it drop slow, Put it in a sprite nigga
Blowing up my phone but I don't type niggas (Nah Nah)



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Moore
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