Step Out

[Verse: maajins]
I put the K on, bitch, and I get up and learn, uh
Nigga's pullin' that fye out, if he talk shit, he get burned
I'm takin' this shit back, nigga, you can't get no turn
Yo' bitch on my dick now, yeah, I can't go to the dirty
Yea (Hm), I'ma step out, look at my bag
These nigga's live on the net, they can't get me mad (Yuh, yuh)
This bitch in the trap-house, hm, sendin' em' that (Sendin' em' that)
He talkin' tough, then we blast him up, leave him in dirt (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

[Verse: Slump6s]
Hop in a Trackhawk, leavin', put bro in the dust
Yeah (Uh, ah), everything dead now, don't give a fuck 'bout a trust (Yeah-uh)
Aye, three-headеd goat, bitch, who really fuckin' with us?
Aye, uh, we makе him float, bitch, he talkin', turn him to dust
Yeah, I'm the six-in-the-one, yo' bitch, she know that already
And my flow, yeah, you stole that already
Hop in the car, [?], 7.62, turn his bone to spaghetti
I'm wit' gang, all the way to the top
They tryna be 'some, that they not, [?]
I don't release, I don't even drop
He think it's beef, 'till he meet the Glock ('Till he meet the Glock, what? What?)

[Verse: jonoftf]
(FtF) Lil' bitch, I'm hittin', fasho
Uh, might check for Chrome, I hit for [?], play with them bands, fasho
Yeah, I step out flee, all the ho's on me, and they all tens, you know?
FtF, even that's my gang, ain't no new friends, lil ho
Choppa way too crazy, I gotta chill, how much did I spend, lil bro?
Damn, like 2k, don't give a fuck 'bout what you say
I'm coutin' cash, lil' bitch, uh, gettin' money, it's a new day

[Verse 2: maajins]
Yuh, fifty-ball in the sky, let's see what the birds say
Nigga's on dick, now hip to the wordplay
Uh, fifty-plus-twos, knock him, get him sturdy
Yeah, bitch I'm comin' first, you nigga's in third place

[Verse 2: jonoftf]
I don't rock jewelry, my fit cost enough (Yeah-uh)
Yeah, stab marks on my chest, lil' bitch, I'm bossin' up
Smokin', white nightmare
I'm too high, damn, I'm feeling nauseous, huh?
Countin' this cash, talkin' my shit, I ain't work in office, yeah
Yeah, nigga talk down on the gang, then we finna off him, yeah
I can't trust no bitch, nigga, gotta move in caution, yeah
Bad lil' bitch, ass too fat, yeah, she kinda flawless, huh?
You either got the sauce, or you don't, ain't nobody tall as ya'