Step N' Style
(Camaran, can you say hi?)
(Hello)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Aye
I know I'm running out of time, but I stay patient (I am)
I pulled up to that house we used to be in, now it's vacant (Yeah)
You stepping outta place, you need some placement (You do)
You getting outta pocket (Relax)
Just know you turn me up and get me started ain't no stopping (Let's go)
You get thrown up in that water, it get wet and wild (Ok)
Surfing on the beat like I just jumped into the crowd (Ok)
I can't hear the hate because the money counter loud (Ok)
Niggas walk behind me, they be stepping in my style (Ok)
Boy, I'm super duper straight
I got super duper weight
Said she gotta go, you could Uber, getting late
If she tell me no, I stop it there
Can't catch a case, I know my place (Oh no, oh no)
Fuck a case unless it come with fetti (No kiz)
Know she saw that text, she being petty (Yeah)
Don't wan' play them games tho
Petty Wap, Fetti got that guap, I need that bankroll
See me out, bout' to leave and swap, I had to change clothes
Designer the garments, need that quality fabric
Green be calling me like FaceTime, I'm getting cabbage
My G 21, my Glock and me, not talking savage
And I'm far from average, more like the total package
Hoes look for that fetti, on the hunt, they go and scavenge
Keep a shawty in my phone, she bad like in a pageant
Man, this shit too easy, need a challenge
Devil on the left, God on my right, I need some balance
I know I'm running out of time, but I stay patient (I am)
I pulled up to that house we used to be in, now it's vacant (Yeah)
You stepping outta place, you need some placement (You do)
You getting outta pocket (Relax)
Just know you turn me up and get me started ain't no stopping (Let's go)
You get thrown up in that water, it get wet and wild (It get wet and wild)
Surfing on the beat like I just jumped into the crowd (Jumped into the crowd)
I can't hear the hate because the money counter loud (Money counter loud)
Niggas walk behind me, they be stepping in my style (Stepping in my style)
Call 'em Jay he catching Zs when he off of them jiggas
How you want me, then go AWOL
That shit fake dog
I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm paid off, you off my radar
Don't you spin the ben, don't come again (Bet not spin the benz)
Tryna be my girl, but you ain't even my friend (Ain't even my friend)
I can't tell if that energy fake or is it real
Mixed emotions, signals say you want me, better chill
Ain't no red lights, but she just gave me head right at this red light
Smoking cake, I'm high as hell and beaming like a headlight
I don't give a fuck about my past 'cause I ain't going back
I don't give a fuck about her past 'cause I put her on track (Ok)
Macho man, I'm flexing hard just like a 6 pack
Bet she drop it low if I pull out this thick stack (She is)
Bet not hold up that lil' watch yo' fucking wrist wack (It is)
Blicky gotta beam, he bet not fucking miss that (He not)
I'm too good, this shit a mismatch
I know I'm running out of time, but I stay patient
I pulled up to that house we used to be in, now it's vacant
You stepping outta place, you need some placement
You getting outta pocket
Just know you turn me up and get me started ain't no stopping (Let's go)
You get thrown up in that water, it get wet and wild (Ok)
Surfing on the beat like I just jumped into the crowd (Ok)
I can't hear the hate because the money counter loud (Ok)
Niggas walk behind me, they be stepping in my style (Ok)
(It get wet and wild)
(Jumped into the crowd)
(Money counter loud)
(Stepping in my style)
(Hello)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Aye
I know I'm running out of time, but I stay patient (I am)
I pulled up to that house we used to be in, now it's vacant (Yeah)
You stepping outta place, you need some placement (You do)
You getting outta pocket (Relax)
Just know you turn me up and get me started ain't no stopping (Let's go)
You get thrown up in that water, it get wet and wild (Ok)
Surfing on the beat like I just jumped into the crowd (Ok)
I can't hear the hate because the money counter loud (Ok)
Niggas walk behind me, they be stepping in my style (Ok)
Boy, I'm super duper straight
I got super duper weight
Said she gotta go, you could Uber, getting late
If she tell me no, I stop it there
Can't catch a case, I know my place (Oh no, oh no)
Fuck a case unless it come with fetti (No kiz)
Know she saw that text, she being petty (Yeah)
Don't wan' play them games tho
Petty Wap, Fetti got that guap, I need that bankroll
See me out, bout' to leave and swap, I had to change clothes
Designer the garments, need that quality fabric
Green be calling me like FaceTime, I'm getting cabbage
My G 21, my Glock and me, not talking savage
And I'm far from average, more like the total package
Hoes look for that fetti, on the hunt, they go and scavenge
Keep a shawty in my phone, she bad like in a pageant
Man, this shit too easy, need a challenge
Devil on the left, God on my right, I need some balance
I know I'm running out of time, but I stay patient (I am)
I pulled up to that house we used to be in, now it's vacant (Yeah)
You stepping outta place, you need some placement (You do)
You getting outta pocket (Relax)
Just know you turn me up and get me started ain't no stopping (Let's go)
You get thrown up in that water, it get wet and wild (It get wet and wild)
Surfing on the beat like I just jumped into the crowd (Jumped into the crowd)
I can't hear the hate because the money counter loud (Money counter loud)
Niggas walk behind me, they be stepping in my style (Stepping in my style)
Call 'em Jay he catching Zs when he off of them jiggas
How you want me, then go AWOL
That shit fake dog
I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm paid off, you off my radar
Don't you spin the ben, don't come again (Bet not spin the benz)
Tryna be my girl, but you ain't even my friend (Ain't even my friend)
I can't tell if that energy fake or is it real
Mixed emotions, signals say you want me, better chill
Ain't no red lights, but she just gave me head right at this red light
Smoking cake, I'm high as hell and beaming like a headlight
I don't give a fuck about my past 'cause I ain't going back
I don't give a fuck about her past 'cause I put her on track (Ok)
Macho man, I'm flexing hard just like a 6 pack
Bet she drop it low if I pull out this thick stack (She is)
Bet not hold up that lil' watch yo' fucking wrist wack (It is)
Blicky gotta beam, he bet not fucking miss that (He not)
I'm too good, this shit a mismatch
I know I'm running out of time, but I stay patient
I pulled up to that house we used to be in, now it's vacant
You stepping outta place, you need some placement
You getting outta pocket
Just know you turn me up and get me started ain't no stopping (Let's go)
You get thrown up in that water, it get wet and wild (Ok)
Surfing on the beat like I just jumped into the crowd (Ok)
I can't hear the hate because the money counter loud (Ok)
Niggas walk behind me, they be stepping in my style (Ok)
(It get wet and wild)
(Jumped into the crowd)
(Money counter loud)
(Stepping in my style)
Credits
Writer(s): Camaran Parker
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