Step (feat. SoCole)
Cole
Steppin' on these haters like a bug in the projects
And I done come a long way from bein the plug wit the Pyrex
So now I'm up now
Thirty five thousand for a buss down
Hoes see me got em' screamin wit they arms up like a touchdown
It's good hoe
Come here be my cheerleader
Ain't no turnin' back now
Travelin' around the world the airline know my background
Ain't no need for TSA
I talk my shit that's PSA
I be across border wit my vatos yeah that's me esse
Alright
Yeen steppin how I'm steppin'
Hardest in my city yeen rapping how I'm rapping
Alright
Step
Step
Step
Uhh, gave you niggas chances you fucked up it's my time now
Shawty called me corny back in high school she's my type now
Fuck a necktie on my formal got a buss down
Always keep a nina not the type that you can walk down, I step
Fight till I drop I ain't tapping out
I'm taking risks but I'm still on my comfort zone
Fuck with my dawg and you not gonna make it home
Ain't got no son but these niggas I'm fathering
Hotboi but you know that I'm cold
Ticks on my kicks got my foot on they necks
Said it I meant it I stand on my words
Summer time but I ride with that fire
Yeah I'm that nigga I'd die for my brothers
Chasing the bag if do shit for my mama
I know I'm hot you don't gotta say it
Know I'm a savage they ain't finna play wit me
Lay on your back no I ain't finna play with it
Say they my opps when I drop they be playing it
Act like they tough hit em up they ain't saying shit
I call the shorts I ain't taking no orders
Left me for a nigga now she getting played like my songs
Stacking this bread this shit taller than Shaq
My girl a ten so I gotta brag
Step on your nigga I did it on purpose
My boy got a tek you gon die if you acting
Ball on these niggas like Stephen Curry
I go dash on the beat like I'm in a hurry
My spit is ill think I need me a doctor
Rap like I'm preaching I'm feeling like Jesus
Dropping hot lines this shit is too easy
Go hard on them verses like Johnny Sins
No time for love that shit is too tricky
Hang with no phonies a nigga too picky, my temper shot a quickie
Gave me this beat ima kill it gunna
Go platinum like wunna
Ayy, fought with my girl she found out I'm cheating
She blocked my number and socials I text her on email
Steppin' on these haters like a bug in the projects
And I done come a long way from bein the plug wit the Pyrex
So now I'm up now
Thirty five thousand for a buss down
Hoes see me got em' screamin wit they arms up like a touchdown
It's good hoe
Come here be my cheerleader
Ain't no turnin' back now
Travelin' around the world the airline know my background
Ain't no need for TSA
I talk my shit that's PSA
I be across border wit my vatos yeah that's me esse
Alright
Yeen steppin how I'm steppin'
Hardest in my city yeen rapping how I'm rapping
Alright
Step
Step
Step
Uhh, gave you niggas chances you fucked up it's my time now
Shawty called me corny back in high school she's my type now
Fuck a necktie on my formal got a buss down
Always keep a nina not the type that you can walk down, I step
Fight till I drop I ain't tapping out
I'm taking risks but I'm still on my comfort zone
Fuck with my dawg and you not gonna make it home
Ain't got no son but these niggas I'm fathering
Hotboi but you know that I'm cold
Ticks on my kicks got my foot on they necks
Said it I meant it I stand on my words
Summer time but I ride with that fire
Yeah I'm that nigga I'd die for my brothers
Chasing the bag if do shit for my mama
I know I'm hot you don't gotta say it
Know I'm a savage they ain't finna play wit me
Lay on your back no I ain't finna play with it
Say they my opps when I drop they be playing it
Act like they tough hit em up they ain't saying shit
I call the shorts I ain't taking no orders
Left me for a nigga now she getting played like my songs
Stacking this bread this shit taller than Shaq
My girl a ten so I gotta brag
Step on your nigga I did it on purpose
My boy got a tek you gon die if you acting
Ball on these niggas like Stephen Curry
I go dash on the beat like I'm in a hurry
My spit is ill think I need me a doctor
Rap like I'm preaching I'm feeling like Jesus
Dropping hot lines this shit is too easy
Go hard on them verses like Johnny Sins
No time for love that shit is too tricky
Hang with no phonies a nigga too picky, my temper shot a quickie
Gave me this beat ima kill it gunna
Go platinum like wunna
Ayy, fought with my girl she found out I'm cheating
She blocked my number and socials I text her on email
Credits
Writer(s): Sifiso Excellent Mnisi
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