Trained Stepper

Hey Echo, turn it up Yeah, ay Ay, I told all of this, ay Hey bitch, hey, I'm in the field with it Strap on my cleats, I'm outside, I'm tryna bleed niggas You ain't never stepped on none, you just a net hitter Instead of tryna ball, I decided to be a gang member Hit a double cross, I'm a boogie man, knock him off the court Niggas gonna keep on acting weird, you know I'm tryna score And you can give me life, I ain't snitching on my lil' bro Pull a funky move now his, pussy ass is on the floor Yeah, yeah, posted outside, with the grave diggers You ain't never out the house when you claim to be the main hitter Hop off the porch so we can kill you, it would be so much simpler Instead of kicking doors, just to get a nigga Ay, I can't understand, drugs inside my conscience Run up with 30's, barely tryin, feel like Luka Doncic Niggas don't think I got a soul, thinking I'm demonic Blood, demons, bitch, I got a soul in mine Felt so much pain, there's no more tears left to cry Every time I'm purging, turn off the music, locked in a homicide Ill pull the funkiest nigga move to make sure a sucka die Seeing terrible shit, since a youngin, left me traumatize Call me anything but fake, cause I ain't never lying When we pole poppin duck yo tacko, sound like the 1st of July I do some evil shit for my brother, don't gotta ask me why Ay, don't gotta ask me why Ay, I told y'all I keep my name up, out your cock lickers I'm a trend setter, and you know that I'm a trained stepper Skinny nigga, but I've always been a big flexer I ain't boxing with a nigga, I like my pole better You in the pool, but my chop will get you way wetter She selling coochie, an aint got a pimp with her Damn, huh, she really getting on them niggas, ay Huh, she really getting on them niggas, ay Huh, huh, huh