Stepping Out

Violation then we stepping out Any angle by my weapon now On the high road nigga I ain't settle down Making money baby I ain't been about Nittys calling we'll feed em the itch Trapping pay me fuck going legit Tell my hooyo i'm back in a bit Pushing weight pushing weight on my strip Why the fuck is he mad at me Making money like I won the lottery Keep it on me i'm causing a homicide If they think that we're playing today Twenty fours I ain't taking no break Turn a bitch from a three to a eight Money piling up in seven ways Money piling up in seven ways Three AM it's stakeout Two waps in the ride cah we wait now We in the back tape it off we don't play around And we got a nozzle on the ting it don't make sound Been here before Know our way round Nearly got bun last time that he came round But we had to run a man round like the playground He got away, what can I say? We gonn catch that punk any day now Til we do know your boy can't sleep Already wigged my man in my dreams I won't stop til I hear man… And I don't want him, I want his whole team My niggas done things that you won't believe Wanna see red on his top like Supreme Come a long way putting shifts in the streets Now it's normal procedures ten in a week Violation then we stepping out Any angle by my weapon now On the high road nigga I ain't settle down Making money baby I ain't been about Nittys calling we'll feed em the itch Trapping pay me fuck going legit Tell my hooyo i'm back in a bit Pushing weight pushing weight on my strip Why the fuck is he mad at me Making money like I won the lottery Keep it on me i'm causing a homocide If they think that we're playing today twenty fours I ain't taking no break Turn a bitch from a three to a eight Money piling up in seven ways Money piling up in seven ways Turn his top all burgundy Drug pain be hurting me uh UK not legit Me and my niggas we came up from burglaries Turn his top all burgundy Drug pain be hurting me uh UK not legit Me and my niggas we came up from burglaries I was tryna find my own lane Made money off of cocaine Dope boy I need more feins Whip it up I need more flake Bando raiding its back to back uh Never take a L that's a fact uh If I take it I make it back uh If I take it I make it back uh uh This bitch really stupid She think that we don't know that she really fuck with the opps If it's beef then it's beef Leave it straight in the streets nigga please do not put it in songs She wants Prada and Louis Vuitton No Chanel and Dior let's go to the store And baby pick out what you want Like baby pick out what you want My phones been blowing up bare hoes ever since i dropped a song called Maybach yea See this beef goes wayback but theres still no expiry date on a payback He left his yard Now hes pissed cah he never found his way back When the handting jams i hate that Studio trap make a hit then layback Put a auto skeng in a manual No need for a reload full automatic Drill up the place section sixties Make the whole station panic Any vio we sliding rapid Tryna sink that boat titanic He left his tragic Real trapboy make a pack dissapear like magic Violation then we stepping out Any angle by my weapon now On the high road nigga I ain't settle down Making money baby I ain't been about Nittys calling we'll feed em the itch Trapping pay me fuck going legit Tell my hooyo i'm back in a bit Pushing weight pushing weight on my strip Why the fuck is he mad at me Making money like I won the lottery Keep it on me i'm causing a homocide If they think that we're playing today twenty fours I ain't taking no break Turn a bitch from a three to a eight Money piling up in seven ways Money piling up in seven ways