STEP ANTHEM

Hey hey hey it's time to make some crazy money are you ready Here we go! Everything Gucci Ohh she giving me loosey right in a two seat She wanna keep me girl loose me Riding wit you I look like a goofy Living this life like a movie Smoking on Judy no you cannot move me Cannot pursue me, kill the beat sue me, like stew in a pot I'm whipping up a new me Whipping up a new me, in the pocket Drew Brees Laid back kicked back yea I'm feeling on the breeze Bad bitch told her freeze Said her name was Hennessy Said she real freak, told yea we gon see Told her come slide, come slide to the slaughter house Me and lil shawty all night we was running routes Pack it up label it yea it gotta go Out the conveyer straight out the door New flow Straight out the door Just like a river I go with the flow Oh no He bout to go Stay with the status man stay with the quo Talk with the saints Mane they on the death row Locked up for fifty Man sad to see em go But big bro saint man he already know These niggas is under they is below Bottom of my feet Louis V man you see Feeling like 2k got VC Running up 40 like DW Bars is to hard that you cannot peep Cannot be cheap because that look ain't for me Louis my belt man I rock it to sleep Feel like I'm deep I need agua on me Count up the pesos til you hear the beep Straight to the top ain't no way I can stop Stepping my anthem Man shit is non-stop Hold on wait The beat had just stop Bring it right back cause this shit is a bop All this drip on a nigga I'm gon need a mop To much sauce on a nigga I'm never gon flop Take every step boy I'm leading the flock Wolf in the night boy I'm looking for opps Put him in the game he a rookie Brown shirt take that shit that's cookies Feeling more slimy than oogie boogei Nigga wanna diss me Tell me why would he Should he, could he, better wear a hoodie Put a M on him like it's Missouri Got a bad bitch, her name is Zuri I'm bringing the fury Right in a hurry Shinning to bright don't even need jewelry Try to play me, man you can't even fool Stack my money high tell em four pockets full me Let the gunna off told them niggas it was you or me Stepping to the top Young nigga I ain't peak yet Revving yo the saw, young nigga we seeking Keep it discreet man For we get preach man Shout out to Ed Geine, yea we get to piecing Back on the rap man I'm back on the track Just like it's fort you get hit with the tac Stay on attack have these boys falling back What am I rocking Man this called that yak On top of the hills I feel like I'm jack My little miss Jill she giving me gack Like Johnny that is the name of my Gay You talking that mess All you hear is a splatt Slatt, black, ride in a cat Ride in the dark Man I feel like a bat Riding with me man you ride in the back Aim out the window and make it blatt! This that nigga Skarr, I'm coming right back Stepping my anthem, I'm stepping on that Enter the talk, I'm into the chat That nigga Skarr, I made it right back!