"Step Off" lyrics
Jax sent it to 'em
Strap on my lap, ain't got shit tucked
Put this nickel in his face, bet he give it up
If you leave me with your bitch, she gon' let me fuck
All this shit was meant to be, I don't believe in luck
Bankrolls, all I think about is bankrolls
I'ma go up in my safe if the bank closed
No friends, but I got shooters on my payroll
Black cowboy, I'm like Jamie off of Django
Fire in the club, superstar from the dubs
Probably came for that bag, you can pay me up in ones
I'm the West Coast Peezy, I was trappin' in the mud
I was up in New Orleans sendin' hoes up to the flood
Thank God for DTB, rest in peace, Bugz
Outcalls dropped, they showed me so much love
Twenty niggas around me, I'm the only one had it
All that money I gave out, I could've went and bought a Patek
Every show, I'm frontline, strapped up, full savage
On tour with an AR just in case shit got tragic
All this pain in my eyes, I feel like I'm gon' cry
I'm feelin' real suicidal, but right now I can't die
I got kids to feed, I got toes to bleed
All this pressure in my head, feel like my nose gon' bleed
Ain't got no privacy, everybody notice me
Actin' like I'm too high so these hoes could leave
Strap on my lap, ain't got shit tucked
Put this nickel in his face, bet he give it up
If you leave me with your bitch, she gon' let me fuck
All this shit was meant to be, I don't believe in luck
Bankrolls, all I think about is bankrolls
I'ma go up in my safe if the bank closed
No friends, but I got shooters on my payroll
Black cowboy, I'm like Jamie off of Django
Strap on my lap, ain't got shit tucked
All this shit was meant to be, I don't believe in luck
Strap on my lap, ain't got shit tucked
Put this nickel in his face, bet he give it up
If you leave me with your bitch, she gon' let me fuck
All this shit was meant to be, I don't believe in luck
Bankrolls, all I think about is bankrolls
I'ma go up in my safe if the bank closed
No friends, but I got shooters on my payroll
Black cowboy, I'm like Jamie off of Django
Fire in the club, superstar from the dubs
Probably came for that bag, you can pay me up in ones
I'm the West Coast Peezy, I was trappin' in the mud
I was up in New Orleans sendin' hoes up to the flood
Thank God for DTB, rest in peace, Bugz
Outcalls dropped, they showed me so much love
Twenty niggas around me, I'm the only one had it
All that money I gave out, I could've went and bought a Patek
Every show, I'm frontline, strapped up, full savage
On tour with an AR just in case shit got tragic
All this pain in my eyes, I feel like I'm gon' cry
I'm feelin' real suicidal, but right now I can't die
I got kids to feed, I got toes to bleed
All this pressure in my head, feel like my nose gon' bleed
Ain't got no privacy, everybody notice me
Actin' like I'm too high so these hoes could leave
Strap on my lap, ain't got shit tucked
Put this nickel in his face, bet he give it up
If you leave me with your bitch, she gon' let me fuck
All this shit was meant to be, I don't believe in luck
Bankrolls, all I think about is bankrolls
I'ma go up in my safe if the bank closed
No friends, but I got shooters on my payroll
Black cowboy, I'm like Jamie off of Django
Strap on my lap, ain't got shit tucked
All this shit was meant to be, I don't believe in luck
