kdtrpn - step Lyrics

Put down your flag, you look like a ref
Pussy ass nigga, don't step
I get it back when I come out the check
Blue strip, make a hoe wet
Big ass glock, I try hard not to flex
7.62 in your neck, it's on God
I ain't beefing with no f*ck niggas
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
Bad shit, dime
Hear that
Uh, Nine
Take down the plug, I'm slime
Got all the drugs, I'm supplying
It's on God, I'll take your bitch
And I won't even say nothing about it
F*ck the jakes they behind us
Ask us if we got any narcotics
And me and my bitch ain't going for none
She's stuffing the drugs in her wallet
I pull up, stick to the party with a big ass coat
So they know I ain't got it
Get off the work, then go hit the bank
Pull out me a ten, I don't need nobody
Hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't wanna worry, you know
I just got money, finna bust out a watch
I can't see the clock
I had to cut the lil bitch keep trying to come
Leach off a nigga that bitch, she a thot
Knew she was green, I knew she a bop
I ain't got no opps, this on God
Keep sucking a dick, I ain't tell you to stop
Pull out the blicky, these niggas don't pop
I get geeked, Pop a perc
Pop one more, can't feel it
Call Bred, what's popping, he billy
On 5, we ain't stunting no niggas
Money so long shit, touch my ceiling
These niggas be broke, I don't get it
These niggas be poor, they be trippin
They trippin
On God
Taking your pole if you slippin'
Too rich to be internet dissing
I had to make me some paper, some type of way
I had a whole lot of drugs in my kitchen
Flip out the pack and I serve them prescription
Whole lot of J's on the block and they sippin
What's that smell, bitch
Mind your business
Hear shots, bitch stop screaming
When I talk about that money and shit
I be preaching
Mike Jackson, bitch, got a beat it
Niggas be out here, fake I peep it
Looks can be real deceiving
Looks can be real deceiving
All that paper, bitch, she a freak
You know