Steppin'

Death has come to your little town, Sheriff You can either ignore it, or you can help me to stop it Yeah, I'm letting it go Yeah, we out of this hoe If I say something to mean, then that'll be my time to go Woah, yeah, this shit ain't for fun We out in the sun We having a blast We getting to, woah Woah, yeah Ain't no more sneaking, girl Why is you geeking What is you thinking Breathin' before you be blinking, yeah You finna die, cause you wanna hit you a blinker You wanna cry over text I'm fine with that You're breaking your fingers Smoking them bitches Yeah, woah, uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, come on, uh, yeah, uh, come on, yeah Cut this one out for a minute You stepping with me, but you done and we living I pull up with Abby and Kenny We dissin' you hard, and you thinking that you the one winning But I'm fucking bout it Pushing this hard Stop talking about bitches who don't even want you So stop fucking caring about if they up or they not You think that you better than them, but motherfucker, I doubt it Waxing this shit like a candle We grab onto you like a handle And throwing you into the dirt Flexing a hoe that you can't even bag Cause you like when you bag all your clothes in a triple X shirt You and your friends is some bitches So pick up a salad and put down desert No wonder why all of your friends leaving your ass behind I see why they wanna desert your ass on a highway Met up this Friday They talking about when this diss will be ready Your eyes are as close to your head As the sauce is as close to some motherfucking spaghetti I take your eye out it's place I have you walking around looking like you is Fetty, Wap, pass me the rock So I throw it right in your face And I turn you to jelly (Jelly) Yeah, I'm turning you into jelly Piss on this beat like I'm Robert S. Kelly I'm greenin' this bitch and I'm hitting my celly You broke Back the f*ck up off the porch I'm saying that you ain't a hoe even though that you is You was a bitch Oh, did I say was, you is Now I want you telling me what you is Damn Oh f*ck Huh Huh Yeah Huh Huh What's up Yeah Huh Huh Yeah Huh Huh Step on this bitch with a size 10 men's But I don't give two fucks about when Kenny Texted your ex about all the shit talking you did on him And this girl because you must be stupid Flow in this shit like some fluid Call me Kanye because I'm about to do it Calling me Elmer's because I'm about to glue it I'm putting an arrow inside your head But I ain't Cupid Huh I ain't Cupid You ain't found love in a minute And every time you think you in it, you ain't Motherfucker, get blocked (Get blocked) Huh Motherfucker, get blocked like James You just a lame You thought you was running the game I run it, I'm tame, I'm him but you not You not We running your block You fucking around too much with shit And you might end up getting, like, jumped or some I ain't trying to f*ck around jump no gun We spitting this out like some gum Knocking you out And we leaving you numb You thought you was some Motherfucker, you bumming Pass the guitar and we shredding, not humming You icky, you done Huh Huh Yeah, you icky, you done Huh Huh Motherfucker, you done You know that we be stepping in, bitch You know that we step in this bitch You know that we step in this You done Huh Yeah, motherfucker, you done