Step
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Step, step, step, step (Freebirdz)
Step, step, step, step
Right, left, right, left (yeah)
Step, step, step, step (big stepper, big stepper)
Finna fuck my bitch like I just met her
Ain't a glitch in my game all my plays better
Big stepper, never off rhythm
Dank in my system, stick in my denims
Nigga picked sides and you better stick with 'em
Blick shooting venom, don't be a victim
Lame ass niggas I don't need those symptoms
Only need income, reppin' my emblem
Freebirdz forever never will thou tremble
Couple thou-wow get your soul dissembled
Step, step, right, left
Move the wrong way nigga we don't bump fair
Step, step, right, left
Slide to your side hope you don't lose your breath
Step, step, right, left
Got to know your way we don't leave shit to chance
Step, step, right, left
Group of real niggas make this shit a line dance
Me with the pack is a recurring theme
Sixteen had that dro that make 'em shoulder lean
Nine Millie scope pretty with the cherry beam
Better duck or knock you lower than your self esteem
Paper chasing I'm a count it 'til my hands fatigued
Put that pussy on me like she never planned to leave
Bitch nigga better cool it like antifreeze
Star student with the Ruger clear the magazine
Make 'em
Step, step, right, left
Move the wrong way nigga we don't bump fair
Step, step, right, left
Slide to your side hope you don't lose your (gasp)
Step, step, right, left
Got to know your way we don't leave shit to chance
Step, step, right, left
Group of real niggas make this shit a line dance
Big stepper, never off rhythm
Dank in my system, stick in my denims
Nigga picked sides and you better stick with 'em
Blick shooting venom, don't be a victim
Lame ass niggas I don't need those symptoms
Only need income, reppin' my emblem
Freebirdz forever never will thou tremble
Couple thou-wow get ya soul dissembled
Step, step, right, left
Move the wrong way nigga we don't bump fair
Step, step, right, left
Slide to your side hope you don't lose your breath
Step, step, right, left
Got to know your way we don't leave shit to chance
Step, step, right, left
Group of real niggas make this shit a line dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Step, step, step, step (Freebirdz)
Step, step, step, step
Right, left, right, left (yeah)
Step, step, step, step (big stepper, big stepper)
Finna fuck my bitch like I just met her
Ain't a glitch in my game all my plays better
Big stepper, never off rhythm
Dank in my system, stick in my denims
Nigga picked sides and you better stick with 'em
Blick shooting venom, don't be a victim
Lame ass niggas I don't need those symptoms
Only need income, reppin' my emblem
Freebirdz forever never will thou tremble
Couple thou-wow get your soul dissembled
Step, step, right, left
Move the wrong way nigga we don't bump fair
Step, step, right, left
Slide to your side hope you don't lose your breath
Step, step, right, left
Got to know your way we don't leave shit to chance
Step, step, right, left
Group of real niggas make this shit a line dance
Me with the pack is a recurring theme
Sixteen had that dro that make 'em shoulder lean
Nine Millie scope pretty with the cherry beam
Better duck or knock you lower than your self esteem
Paper chasing I'm a count it 'til my hands fatigued
Put that pussy on me like she never planned to leave
Bitch nigga better cool it like antifreeze
Star student with the Ruger clear the magazine
Make 'em
Step, step, right, left
Move the wrong way nigga we don't bump fair
Step, step, right, left
Slide to your side hope you don't lose your (gasp)
Step, step, right, left
Got to know your way we don't leave shit to chance
Step, step, right, left
Group of real niggas make this shit a line dance
Big stepper, never off rhythm
Dank in my system, stick in my denims
Nigga picked sides and you better stick with 'em
Blick shooting venom, don't be a victim
Lame ass niggas I don't need those symptoms
Only need income, reppin' my emblem
Freebirdz forever never will thou tremble
Couple thou-wow get ya soul dissembled
Step, step, right, left
Move the wrong way nigga we don't bump fair
Step, step, right, left
Slide to your side hope you don't lose your breath
Step, step, right, left
Got to know your way we don't leave shit to chance
Step, step, right, left
Group of real niggas make this shit a line dance
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Writer(s): Brandin Ross
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