Steppin'
Who else can be? It's—
Want nothin' more, to shake it
And when the breaks ain't breakin'
That's when the feelin' takes me
Steppin' out, Red Cortez, I'm out the house
Double-click and lock the window, know what I'm about
Hear Crimsaw and take that motherfucker down
Bangin' oldies smokin' dope, he turn the hood up proud
By my lonely, I can't even trust the homies
They a have you in a twist, don't you know them niggas phony
'Cept my niggas from the jump, circle smaller than a Rollie
Face glistenin' on my wrist, thought they told you life's a bitch
All gorillas in my clique, all my niggas looking rich
But we done came from the times, didn't have a pot to piss
Now I pull up in that 6, couple homies off the mix
Tall drank serve on, maybe yelling that's it
Step into the function tryna knock a nigga bitch
Ready to take some chances
Steady no backward dances
Shine off my shoes for dancing
Saying goodbye to Mr—
In the kitchen two-steppin' with the twelve gauge
I kept me two weapons since the twelfth grade
In n' out the church, but was hell-raised
Bullets burn like hell when the shells graze
Fly whoopin', all white five coopin'
Four five forty yet the five guys slide through it
Black nine match the black nine fives, how shootin'
Five five nine hoes clockin' ask me how I do it
Really limpin', I been turnin' bitches since Helly Hansens
Diamonds in the ring been hittin', look like they belly dancin'
Naw, I ain't felt the same coke drought
Baggin' sips up in the smoke house
I'm tryna turn this smoke into a boat house
All that dope, I could prolly turn the pope out
Ready to take some chances
Steady no backward dances
Shine off my shoes for dancing
Saying goodbye to Mr—
