Steppin

Are you ready, boots

Are you ready, boots

I'm steppin, she steppin, he steppin, we steppin

I'm steppin, she steppin, he steppin, we steppin

I'm steppin, she steppin, he steppin, we steppin

I'm steppin, I'm steppin, I'm steppin

I'm steppin on shit with a Glock and a Keltech

These niggas ain't out in that field yet

Fucked up in the head, I block out and I kill shit

I gave bro the Glock just to see where his head at

They some lil' bitty boys, they ain't really no real threats

She think we finna be Romeo, Juliet

I'm 4 pockets full, nigga, give me my respect

For my fist come connect where yo teeth at

Bitch, I'm steppin' on shit like a chain smoker

If you reach my chain, then this game over

Ain't no passin' me, bitch, I take lines over

Hoe we pull up in Sprinters and Range Rovers

I need a bad bitch with a mindset like mine

Gon' go get the paper, not waste no time

Gon' help me count this bread

Gon' run me my head, gon' cook me breakfast

Bring it to me in bed

I'm steppin' harder than Columbus Short

Bring me the breeze, don't fuck with Newport

I'm gettin' paper, come check my report

Took it out of track and I put it in sport

I feel like spinnin' blocks till I get dizzy

The Drac and the A.R they both hold a 50

Not leavin the house I'm not strappin with my Gleezy

Yo, bitch, keep on callin', I tell her I'm busy

50 plus 50, that equal 100

I probably won't stop shooting this bitch till the morning

I fucked up the beat, but you know I keep goin

I brought out my wrist, I got Michigan snowin

I start watchin my back when I'm countin my figures

You get all the hate when your pockets get bigger

I'm good with the hands I'll slap box niggas

I'm outside, they blockin', I'm posted with killers

I'm in love with the paper, she a toxic bitch

Boy, your life it ain't safe how this glocky switch

Bitch, my chain is so cold, you play hockey with it