​Step in the brakes

[Intro: twikipedia]
Bitch
Delta

[Chorus: twikipedia]
Step in the brakes
They gonna talk all that shit
But I know they won't say it to my face
I'm getting cake
They gonna try to talk shit
But I still don't know how much they make
Keep with the pace
You're gonna
You thinkin' mad shit in the lobby
For someone that doesn't like showing their face

[Verse 1: twikipedia]
Yeah, that boy shy now, yeah, he mad while I was still showing his face to the world
How the fuck you thirty years old and never dated a boy or a girl?
I gotta slide now, gotta sign now because I love all my diamonds and pearls (Uh, fuck)
Let out a sigh, 'cause I know I'm the best in the world
Hold that fuck shit
Know I'm the best, I'm the one that will step in the function
Yeah, we gon' walk in that traphouse now, pull out that AR, jump him
All of my friends talkin' money then I'm gonna say it's not up for discussion
Talk about it, talk about it, will that boy just stop it?
We got problems and problems, but we not talkin' 'bout that shit
If I really wanted to, then I could put you on my list
We got problems and problems, but we not talkin' 'bout that shit
If I really wanted to, then I could put you on my li—

[Chorus: twikipedia]
Step in the brakes
They gonna talk all that shit
But I know they won't say it to my face
I'm getting cake
They gonna try to talk shit
But I still don't know how much they make
Keep with the pace
You're gonna [?]
You thinkin' mad shit in the lobby
For someone that doesn't like showing their f—

[Verse 2: Wido]
I-I-I'm the red dragon
And at face value, you a bandwagon
Tom Buchanan, I'm at Gatsby's house just smokin' big cannons
They-They don't want my money, guess I'll throw it at 'em
A-A-Anyway, they gon' steal my swag, I throw it at 'em
I-I-I'm still servin' bass, yeah, I'm steppin' on the brakes
C-C-Cargo at my house and I'm punchin' in the bay
Shine 'cause the angel comes at nine with no delay
And they got Wido on replay, but they complain about your name
Walk with a Canada bag, filled with snow, fuckin' up the brain
And I'm not a vehicle for you, fuck you, park it out the way
I think I got a problem too, I throw it all away
Ain't nobody talk 'bout you, as soon I—

[Chorus: twikipedia]
Step in the brakes
They gonna talk all that shit
But I know they won't say it to my face
I'm getting cake
They gonna try to throw shade
But I still don't know how much they make
He better pay
You're gonna [?]
You thinkin' mad shit in the lobby
For someone that doesn't like showing their face