McQueen Steppin

Hook McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle Born alone, I was made to struggle Remember days I couldn't start the whip Now I do it with a Push of a Button Not intrigued by the game discussions Im overzealous about this money I'm touching Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it I don't got to be there, to know he gone brush em Yeah, Uh All eyes on me I'm who the vibes want to see Bixteen, be the fleet I'm unconcerned about the weak My jeans say, Rest In Peace But that really ain't my mood though If you ain't with it, you can get moved on If you Ain with it, you can move on Verse 1 Told bro, about a opp He said on the real, you a meal ticket You could feel, how you feel with it When you leave the town, we gone deal with it D's coming I'm jumping the fence, This M6 do 110 Sitting with demons, but I'm Almighty, I move like a Deacon She give me top in the whip, while I'm speeding I keep a Rilla, they calling me Cesar Hop on the stage and it feel like a fever I'm the nigga you can not compete with I was really in a I-8 I was fucking up the Tri-State Leave a nigga with a high fade I want it now, tell me why wait? What you know about depression All these bitches see me shining, this ain't Avianne But these VV's I already know the question Like why you ain't answer your message Why you so inconsistent with texts All them tweets and I can't get mention Is there beef, I could tell when there's tension Hook McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle Born alone, I was made to struggle Remember days I couldn't start the whip Now I do it with a Push of a Button Not tricked by the fame discussions Im overzealous about this money I'm touching Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em Yeah, Uh All eyes on me I'm who the vibes want to see Bixteen, be the flee I'm more concerned about the week My jeans say, Rest In Peace But that really ain't my mood though If you ain't with it, you can get moved on If you Ain with it, you can move on Verse 2 Smoking on cookies in 7's, I come out the woods at 11 Every time they see me, I got a weapon They never learn, but this scalpel a lesson, uh I cannot tell you, what you want to hear Unless you a teller, I'm telling you fibs Im the type, that gone tear up your ribs Not the type, that's gone tell on my dick Keep my business on the Hush Heavy, on the Hush, get a nigga touched I got peanut butter guts, get up in her mouth I be on the Hutch They just want me in the back, slaving Cause they know, a nigga next up Then I got right to the bag brazy Now they knowing, that they messed up Since a youngin I've been back breaking Tell them bitches, hold they chest up I ain't never got my bag taken, I was rolling with best of em Niggas hate that I'm a player, uh Tell yo bitch you see her later, uh I could ask her for a favor, uh Know she would like she, Jayda, Yea Yea Hook McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle Born alone, I was made to struggle Remember days I couldn't start the whip Now I do it with a Push of a Button Not tricked by the fame discussions Im overzealous about this money I'm touching Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em Yeah, Uh All eyes on me I'm who the vibes want to see Bixteen, be the flee I'm more concerned about the week My jeans say, Rest In Peace But that really ain't my mood though If you ain't with it, you can get moved on If you Ain with it, you can move on