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Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome That dump shit, fuck diss songs, that's what I be on Steppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong I'm still that same nigga, by myself when I'm alone If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home But let me get back to the basics, bitch my pockets strong It's cancer in the air, we bringin' out them rods Spin in broad daylight or we comin' after dark I'm tryna bust a nigga's shit and send him to the lord Pull up with fifty in the clip, this bitch gon' make some noise Bitch I'ma let you know, I can't go back and forth Let's go to war, catch your car, knock your shit in park Got twin cutters, brand new Glocks for you and all your boys It's your decision, you could lose your brain or lose your heart You doin' all that shit for clout but you won't make it far I keep it smart, gon' finish all that pussy shit they start Dive in that water and that's danger, you can't swim with sharks Dive in that water and that's danger, you can't swim with sharks Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome That dump shit, fuck diss songs, that's what I be on SongtexteSteppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong I'm still that same nigga, by myself when I'm alone If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home But let me get back to the basics, bitch my pockets strong Automatic, hop out and go chase it, we make sure you face 'em Bitch I need my meds 'fore I go crazy, menace I was labeled I'm a nineties baby, I'm on top 'cause the drum on eighty Pop his top and watch his body lock up like I fuckin' tased it And I'm faded, Hi-Tech in my cup, it got me feelin' lazy Run up playin', I'ma split your shit, this AR aim go brazy Twenty-three the greatest, fuck these pussy niggas who be hatin' You can be the latest to get your shit bust all on the pavement Can't touch a nigga, money long, I got a lot of cash Fuck a nigga, cross the line and gotta drop a bag We clutchin' pistols, pussy bitch, don't make my choppers spazz Hop in a rental, out the window, that's a bodybag Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome That dumb shit, fuck diss songs, that's what I be on Steppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong I'm still that same nigga, by myself when I'm alone If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home But let me get back to the basics, bitch my pockets strong Aus Songtexte Mania