jaydayoungan – step lyrics
[intro]
(d+mn, bt)
oh, woah, oh, woah
oh, oh
hmm+mmmmm
oh, oh
[chorus]
i said i stepped out with that stick, i’ma tryna step (i’m tryna step)
just think twice, you don’t move right? b+tch, you get left (you get left)
i’m sippin’ codeine and this sh+t f+cking up my health (oh, woah)
ran up a check, i’m outta breath
she suck the d, don’t use no hands, she tell me she don’t need help
on percocet, don’t f+ck wit’ xan’s but don’t do thirtys, i’m not stef
i’m cutting pills, it’s beneficial, don’t mistake me for no ref
i done been burnt up on a p+ssy n+gga, show him how it felt
doh, .38’s and we like choppers
[?] droppin’, this here go for all of my shotters
hit him in the fact and make sure he won’t go to the doctor
won’t even chase at the interstate, one love to my top boys
walk a n+gga down, like, “what the f+ck you talkin’ ’bout a n+gga?”
face shot, face shot, i can’t wait to catch you slippin’
my n+ggas on the pills again, their face, they rollin’ off them jiggas
eight glocks, eight glocks, they know we totin’ pistols
[verse]
big glocks, got big knots, put that sh+t on your brain
f+ck on that b+tch from the back, then i f+ck on the front while she pullin’ on all of my chains (oh, oh)
mm+mm, but b+tch, i stepped out, tryna see who’s tryna step (tryna step)
i got that heat, i’m tryna see who tryna melt
[chorus]
i said i stepped out with that stick, i’ma tryna step (tryna step)
just think twice, you don’t move right? b+tch, you get left (you get left)
i’m sippin’ codeine and this sh+t f+cking up my health (oh, woah)
ran up a check, i’m outta breath
she suck the d, don’t use no hands, she tell me she don’t need help
on percocet, don’t f+ck wit’ xan’s but don’t do thirtys, i’m not stef
i’m cutting pills, it’s beneficial, don’t mistake me for no ref
i done been burnt up on a p+ssy n+gga, show him how it felt
doh, .38’s and we like choppers (and we like chopper)
[?] droppin’, this here go for all of my shotters (all of my shotter)
hit him in the fact and make sure he won’t go to the doctor (won’t go to the doctor)
won’t even chase at the interstate, one love to my top boys (one love to my top+)
walk a n+gga down, like, “what the f+ck you talkin’ ’bout a n+gga?”
face shot, face shot, i can’t wait to catch you slippin’ (face shot)
my n+ggas on the pills again, their face, they rollin’ off them jiggas
eight glocks, eight glocks, they know we totin’ pistols
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