Don’t Step On My Shoes

So much smoke I can't see but i keep smoking
I got hoes in Cali I ain't even know it
Or did I
She let me beat when I slid by
A 305 nigga peep the faith with my tenth eye
So fall back baseball bats hitting ball caps
Texting all my bitches where you at
And it all caps
Slipping on this lean smoking load so i look jap
I'll take yo girl she give me dome
Till her lips chapped
Back at the crib got her head on my six-pack
But I'm still smoking blunts
Young nigga don't give a fuck
Chilling with a model and her friend bout to pour me up
Flow so sick I'm throwing up
These niggas ain't cold enough
Too hot and I'm warming up
I heard yo bitch just tatted my name
I step in the game
I bang and I bang
My dread gon hang you know the name
Spitting fire like I swallowed gasoline
Like I'm Jeepers Creepers nigga Imma pop up in yo dreams
Imma run up in yo house with a mask on like scream
Cause you think I'm alone but I really with my team
And we all about cash
We all about ranks
We came in this bitch and we was dressed in that black
We really bout that k
We don't take no break
That .275 and we all in yo face
All i spit is go rhyme every verse 24k
If you trynna bout me for a show
Boy that's twenty-four k
I don't settled down with no bitch
I'm with a new one everyday
All my niggas bout gettin rich
We on that grind everyday
And that brown paper bag
The 40 the O to keep me straight
At the corner store to cop a Dutch
And I don't fuck with grape
Imma hit the bong and elevate get my mind straight
Boy I'm in the net
I'm the rap game's Bill Gates
So be cool and don't step on my shoes
Don't step on my shoes x5
So be cool and don't step on my shoes
Don't on my shoes x5