Steppin’

[Intro]
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(That boy Stats on the beat)
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Living life lowkey, lately I been thinking like
Not everything for me, I know he ain’t my homie, damn
It always keep going, man, this shit ain’t gon' stop
Yeah, yeah, skrrrt

[Chorus]
That bitch thick as fuck, I hit and then dismiss her
My money step just like a soliders do, I won't consider
I say, "Fuck the feelings 'cause that shit don’t make these pockets bigger"
Niggas follow me then ride my wave, I know they gotta feel me (Skrrrt, skrrrt)

[Verse 1]
Pressure them extras, I just told that bitch, no, she ain't special
To the next one, gotta fit her in my schedule, whoa
Niggas call you, "Bro" but lowkey tryna get ahead of you
I'm too different, I prayed for that, I know they not the same with that
Downfall, yeah
Why they praying on my downfall? Yeah (Why they praying on my downfall?)
I got this shit straight from the ground up, yeah (I got this shit straight from the ground up)
So why the fuck they try to jam us? (So why the fuck they try to jam us?) They tryna jam us (Why the fuck they try to—)
She the baddest in the city, know that, facts
Smoke strong, plug straight from LAX
Super freak way she throw that shit back
Spin it, rewind, I'ma take her way back

[Pre-Chorus]
Living life lowkey, lately I been thinking like
Not everything for me, I know he ain’t my homie, damn
It always keep going, man, this shit ain’t gon' stop
Yeah, yeah, skrrrt

[Chorus]
That bitch thick as fuck, I hit and then dismiss her
My money step just like a soliders do, I won't consider (Yeah, yeah)
I say, "Fuck the feelings 'cause that shit don’t make these pockets bigger" (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas follow me then ride my wave, I know they gotta feel me

[Verse 2]
I was dead broke, looking for a change
Flip the script, see me swerving through the strip (Skrrrt), been the one, yeah, since a jit
Only love you when you up, but when you down, you in a zip, uh
Dead, I don't feel them, count them racks to a million (Brrrt)
Man down, hands down, hit him with that (Fire)
That boy fanned out, lay him down, my big brother keep that iron
'Cause it ain't safe around, cash, large amounts (Grrrt)
She stay crying, always begging me to take her out, hmmm
Baby, I got options (Baby, I got options), I just pick and choose
Dripping like a faucet (Drip, drip), Louis V designer on my shoes
Get the bag, made it through, I know what I came here to do (Apply that, apply that)
Apply that pressure, ain't got the time to talk (Yeah), that shit be extra

[Pre-Chorus]
Living life lowkey, lately I been thinking like
Not everything for me, I know he ain’t my homie, damn
It always keep going, man, this shit ain’t gon' stop
Yeah, yeah, skrrrt