Hot Steppa
Tip toe like the pavements hot
I know people that whippin the pot
Two phones so they never get caught
Two fingers saying fuck all the cops
Look wrong and you'll prolly get popped
The don't care if they behind a lock
Thinkin I been doing a lot
Made a decision to kill all opps
(YEA!)
My demons can't keep haunting me
Faced them all and set them free
They wasting all my energy
Fucking with me mentally
I looked the man in the mirror told him do better
From dark skies and rainy days to summer weather
I'm a trend setter baby not a drug seller
From screaming in the mic to writing love letters
But this is not a love song
His is where I belong
I ain't here to talk about the people that did me wrong
Listen to this damn song
Hear to tell you be strong
If you feeling down and need a lift you know I'm there for em
(Mmmmhmmhmm hmm... Mmmhmmmhmm hmm hmm... Mmmhmmhmm hmm...)
Met this chick named Hannah
Think it was Samantha
Only thing I know she got an ass like caribana
(Huh)
She a dancer
(Uh Huh)
Ima Cancer
Hard to reach my number baby I just got my bands up
This beat make me dance
(Huh)
Holding up my pants
(Yuh)
Stretched out pockets cause they hold a couple grand
(Yuh)
I'm the man
Stunna in demand
Still gon hit it raw if she tell me got cramps
She got vans
I'm rocking name brands
Comme Des Garcons, Amiri denim for my pants
(Yeh)
Amiri denim for my pants
Stretched out pockets cause they hold a couple grand
I know people that whippin the pot
Two phones so they never get caught
Two fingers saying fuck all the cops
Look wrong and you'll prolly get popped
The don't care if they behind a lock
Thinkin I been doing a lot
Made a decision to kill all opps
(YEA!)
My demons can't keep haunting me
Faced them all and set them free
They wasting all my energy
Fucking with me mentally
I looked the man in the mirror told him do better
From dark skies and rainy days to summer weather
I'm a trend setter baby not a drug seller
From screaming in the mic to writing love letters
But this is not a love song
His is where I belong
I ain't here to talk about the people that did me wrong
Listen to this damn song
Hear to tell you be strong
If you feeling down and need a lift you know I'm there for em
(Mmmmhmmhmm hmm... Mmmhmmmhmm hmm hmm... Mmmhmmhmm hmm...)
Met this chick named Hannah
Think it was Samantha
Only thing I know she got an ass like caribana
(Huh)
She a dancer
(Uh Huh)
Ima Cancer
Hard to reach my number baby I just got my bands up
This beat make me dance
(Huh)
Holding up my pants
(Yuh)
Stretched out pockets cause they hold a couple grand
(Yuh)
I'm the man
Stunna in demand
Still gon hit it raw if she tell me got cramps
She got vans
I'm rocking name brands
Comme Des Garcons, Amiri denim for my pants
(Yeh)
Amiri denim for my pants
Stretched out pockets cause they hold a couple grand
Credits
Writer(s): Ciro Cesario
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