Two Step Song pt 2

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
I come through slidin' in a ice blue Jag, sunroof
Chain hang low, niggas really gettin' loot
Skin clear, driveway nice coupe
Real street player, all you nigga jhi fluke
The hoes is out, dressed to impress
Shootin' my shot, you know it's nothing but net
Catch me workin' a route, step for the check
Droppin' the gems so you can show me respect
My game finesse and you can tell by the stats
Take a couple of hoes, take 'em straight to the rack
I'm one out of one, so ain't no jockin' a pimp
It's P Rice, nary nigga droppin' shit likе this

[Hook]
My nigga we step, two-step
Ain't too many rеal niggas left
We been gettin' money in the set
My niggas trying to eat, I'ma cook it like a chef
My nigga we step, two-step
Ain't too many real niggas left
Keep your mind on your money
Your money in your safe
Keep your cane on the side with the bitch in her place

[Verse 2: Premo Rice]
I'm right back, got honeys in a sundress
Struttin' down the block to the sunset
Outside, keep the .30 for the function
G-side niggas get to dumpin'
P's up for the niggas ridin' wood-grain
Coppin' old-schools, it's a hood thing
G's up for the niggas moving worldwide
P Rice gettin' chicken like it's stir-fry

[Hook]
My nigga we step, two-step
Ain't too many real niggas left
We been gettin' money in the set
My niggas trying to eat, I'ma cook it like a chef
My nigga we step, two-step
Ain't too many real niggas left
Keep your mind on your money
Your money in your safe

[Verse 3: Castle]
Say ho, don't you wanna play ho
This is for them roll bitches shoppin' in Rodeo
I'ma hit her phone, not today though
Give 'em the upper hand and them hoes wanna play though
'Til a nigga hit the pussycat with a K.O
Now she doing everything that a nigga say so
Work a nigga nerve sometimes, that's my bae though
Let her push the Chevy color mayo, or yayo
Put it on my momma, she the baddest in my stable
When I'm horny baby put it on me like a label
Told me sit back, just watch, fuck cable
Beat the pussy like you did me wrong then we blaze Dro
I'm Dora, I'm Diego
Smokin' on the Cali' and I'm plugged in the Bay ho
I create more opportunities, I'm blinded by your beauty
Can't save a ho, I'm just a player [?] and they choosin' em
We step, step
Ain't too many real niggas left
Everybody else the type that's trying to eat but
Don't nobody wanna be the motherfuckin' chef
My nigga we step, step
'Cause ain't too many real niggas left
Keep your mind on your money
Your money in your safe
Your pistol on your lap and your bitches in they place
We step