Stepping On Ni99as

[Intro]
Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga

[Chorus]
Man, I don't tiptoe through the hood, I be steppin' on these niggas
Really steppin' on these niggas
Man, I can't speak for everybody, my OG raised a go-getter
I did my last bitch so bold and she don't even know I did it
Right now, I'm fuckin' too many hoes to be treatin' 'em all different
And I'm gettin' too much money to fuck a bitch who ain't gon' listen
Man, it get cold outside, I get a plane ticket, fuck a coat
Told her I'll be gone for a minute, she like, "Let me know"
Shе like, "You always in the streets," I'm like, "Duh"
Man, you'll gеt your ass killed steppin' on my 1s
Man, you'll get your ass killed right here in this club
I snuck the snubnose in here with me, that's my favorite gun
Fast money, that's my favorite kind of money, I'll kill you for them hundreds
Man, I don't care how bad you is, still treat you like you was nothin'

[Verse]
Man, still do you like my last bitch
The ghetto fucked me up, I always act like I never had shit
Nigga, my neck still gon' cost me a hundred, I ain't gon' crash this
I be in the mall buyin' clothes for nothin', I ain't into fashion
Man, sad story, when your mans died, we was all laughin'
Man, crackin' up, I don't pull inside no driveway, I be backin' up
Smokin' weed, runnin' late, somethin' like Tommy Buns in Belly
Hoes be tryna rape a nigga, I don't get to tell 'em when I'm ready
Niggas be cryin' 'bout that money, broke as hell, King Petty
I don't be rapin' none of these hoes, I only fuck 'em when they let me
I keep it real with a bitch, if I got a bitch, you better not text me
She say she knew I was a gangster, pistol was hangin' when she met me
And we just trafficking, we be selling drugs in our free time
I don't know what I'ma say if I see Jenea, I'll probably freestyle
Bad bitches love fuckin' with these real niggas
I'm a real nigga, come and fuck with me
I ain't always on no gangster shit, come and have some lunch with me
Baby, I'm rich, I could fly you out of town, come spend a month with me
If I could sing, you'd probably be the one I make a song for
And, baby, if I had some kids, you'd probably be the one I had a son for
Don't trust nobody, I be askin' where my gun go
And it be crazy, we be laughin' when we slidin', it be fun, bro
Man, niggas hate me, shit, I'd hate me too
Nigga, I can get a hundred in a week, not no views
I met your bitch out of town, why she blow me like a fuse?
Man, then told me she be fuckin' 'round with you, I was confused

[Chorus]
Man, I don't tiptoe through the hood, I be steppin' on these niggas
Really steppin' on these niggas
Man, I can't speak for everybody, my OG raised a go-getter
I did my last bitch so bold and she don't even know I did it
Right now, I'm fuckin' too many hoes to be treatin' 'em all different
And I'm gettin' too much money to fuck a bitch who ain't gon' listen
Man, it get cold outside, I get a plane ticket, fuck a coat
Told her I'll be gone for a minute, she like, "Let me know"
She like, "You always in the streets," I'm like, "Duh"
Man, you'll get your ass killed steppin' on my 1s
Man, you'll get your ass killed right here in this club
I snuck the snubnose in here with me, that's my favorite gun
Fast money, that's my—