How R U
Givenchy piling on me
Too much drip they need to clone me
"They love your style homie"
That's what my OG just told me
They quick to lie on you
Help you look for shit that's stolen
I can't rely on him
If he don't keep his fire on him
How are you a stepper
If nobody getting stepped on
How are you back home
If nobody got told on
I could pop my shit forever
I'ma rock my chain wherever
Shoot the AR and FN together
Them hollow tips gone bust a little bit better
Make sure you watch your tone
When you hang around my gang'nem
Get lil woadie off the meds
And I swear it ain't no taming him
Look how this .40 make him dance
I got bands
Plus a drum or two
They watch how I walk
They see how I listen
There's no need to talk
If it's not about millions
If you hear me
Put your hands to the sky
Especially if you getting money
Now we seeing eye to eye
Me and my gang don't find shit funny
Say the wrong thing then things get ugly
Two double cups my drank so muddy
I got the sack that's why they rushing
Smacking her booty that bitch start blushing
I ain't pull a kick door in some months
Finally quit
Now I'm rapping and stuff
Ain't gone lie
I'm still trapping and stuff
Catch me in the back straight breaking it down
Plug just said
"I'm bringing it now"
You could tell just look at the way I sound
Certified stepper
I stay on the move
My diamonds get krunk
Just look how they groove
I do what I want
I'm the one who approves it
In and out Neiman's
I'm starting to get boujee
I walk through the mall
They all salute me
I look at my haters
They all amusing
Ain't doing no favors you ain't do
Ain't believing nothing you say true
Ain't taking nothing literally
'Til I see it with my own eyes
Givenchy piling on me
Too much drip they need to clone me
"They love your style homie"
That's what my OG just told me
They quick to lie on you
Help you look for shit that's stolen
I can't rely on him
If he don't keep his fire on him
How are you a stepper
If nobody getting stepped on
How are you back home
If nobody got told on
I could pop my shit forever
I'ma rock my chain wherever
Shoot the AR and FN together
Them hollow tips gone bust a little bit better
Too much drip they need to clone me
"They love your style homie"
That's what my OG just told me
They quick to lie on you
Help you look for shit that's stolen
I can't rely on him
If he don't keep his fire on him
How are you a stepper
If nobody getting stepped on
How are you back home
If nobody got told on
I could pop my shit forever
I'ma rock my chain wherever
Shoot the AR and FN together
Them hollow tips gone bust a little bit better
Make sure you watch your tone
When you hang around my gang'nem
Get lil woadie off the meds
And I swear it ain't no taming him
Look how this .40 make him dance
I got bands
Plus a drum or two
They watch how I walk
They see how I listen
There's no need to talk
If it's not about millions
If you hear me
Put your hands to the sky
Especially if you getting money
Now we seeing eye to eye
Me and my gang don't find shit funny
Say the wrong thing then things get ugly
Two double cups my drank so muddy
I got the sack that's why they rushing
Smacking her booty that bitch start blushing
I ain't pull a kick door in some months
Finally quit
Now I'm rapping and stuff
Ain't gone lie
I'm still trapping and stuff
Catch me in the back straight breaking it down
Plug just said
"I'm bringing it now"
You could tell just look at the way I sound
Certified stepper
I stay on the move
My diamonds get krunk
Just look how they groove
I do what I want
I'm the one who approves it
In and out Neiman's
I'm starting to get boujee
I walk through the mall
They all salute me
I look at my haters
They all amusing
Ain't doing no favors you ain't do
Ain't believing nothing you say true
Ain't taking nothing literally
'Til I see it with my own eyes
Givenchy piling on me
Too much drip they need to clone me
"They love your style homie"
That's what my OG just told me
They quick to lie on you
Help you look for shit that's stolen
I can't rely on him
If he don't keep his fire on him
How are you a stepper
If nobody getting stepped on
How are you back home
If nobody got told on
I could pop my shit forever
I'ma rock my chain wherever
Shoot the AR and FN together
Them hollow tips gone bust a little bit better
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Writer(s): Zeldon Wills
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