"Step" lyrics
SMJ & BabyDrill Lyrics
Coop
Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough
Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff
I don't gotta do too much
This shit speaking for itself
Vintage Ricky when I step
I'm stepping all on bitches' necks
I step, step, step step I step step step
Step just like you want this shit
My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6
Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me
Think she confused she smoking dick
I'm a dirty bird bitch I touch the green like Michael Vick
I step, step
Real Atlanta bitch you know that
Bitch I'm from the 4 me and the hood go back like four flats
Nigga calling asking where I'm at like he with 4batz
I'm in Onyx finna make it rain without a forecast
Huh
'Cause ain't no bitch telling me nothing
Huh
Bitches ain't on nothing bitch ain't talking about nothing
Here go 10k for your troubles shout out to my momma
Do a nigga bad I think I get that from my father
I got hot shit in the vault it heat up like a sauna
No time for a nigga tryna come and bust my bubble
Bitch say she the queen I hope she ready for that royal rumble
Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough
Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff
I don't gotta do too much
This shit speaking for itself
Vintage Ricky when I step
I'm stepping all on bitches' necks
I step, step, step step I step step step step
Step just like you want this shit
My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6
Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me
Think she confused she smoking dick
Lil bro must be confused he must had felt that switch
Treat the Glock like a Bayblade rip 'em
Hollow tip that boy punching his liver
Hotbox the whip with a 223 I'm a manic they saying drill wouldn't hit 'em
On the west where I'm from but them niggas be bums so I went to the east with the killers
Drake puncher his lung he was dissing in songs but I'm Mr. hop out and go get 'em
Aye caught a ass 'cause them fuck boys tried me
Beef they ain't 'bout it they play they gone D.I.E.
Talking 'bout alphabet bra where the K at
Fine shit bend over whip out the latex
They can't step I know Drake can
12 come hide the pap inside the Sprayground
See a opp eatcha beatcha like some takeout
I brought the knife out Slaughter E gang
Slaughter
So many shots leave a fuck nigga brain lose
Before we had G ride we slide off the Mongus
They think it's a game 'til that boy seen the grave
Told SMJ show 'em what the fucking belt do
Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough
Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff
I don't gotta do too much
This shit speaking for itself
Vintage Ricky when I step
I'm stepping all on bitches' necks
I step, step, step step, I step step step step
Step just like you want this shit
My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6
Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me
Think she confused she smoking dick
Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough
Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff
I don't gotta do too much
This shit speaking for itself
Vintage Ricky when I step
I'm stepping all on bitches' necks
I step, step, step step I step step step
Step just like you want this shit
My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6
Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me
Think she confused she smoking dick
I'm a dirty bird bitch I touch the green like Michael Vick
I step, step
Real Atlanta bitch you know that
Bitch I'm from the 4 me and the hood go back like four flats
Nigga calling asking where I'm at like he with 4batz
I'm in Onyx finna make it rain without a forecast
Huh
'Cause ain't no bitch telling me nothing
Huh
Bitches ain't on nothing bitch ain't talking about nothing
Here go 10k for your troubles shout out to my momma
Do a nigga bad I think I get that from my father
I got hot shit in the vault it heat up like a sauna
No time for a nigga tryna come and bust my bubble
Bitch say she the queen I hope she ready for that royal rumble
Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough
Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff
I don't gotta do too much
This shit speaking for itself
Vintage Ricky when I step
I'm stepping all on bitches' necks
I step, step, step step I step step step step
Step just like you want this shit
My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6
Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me
Think she confused she smoking dick
Lil bro must be confused he must had felt that switch
Treat the Glock like a Bayblade rip 'em
Hollow tip that boy punching his liver
Hotbox the whip with a 223 I'm a manic they saying drill wouldn't hit 'em
On the west where I'm from but them niggas be bums so I went to the east with the killers
Drake puncher his lung he was dissing in songs but I'm Mr. hop out and go get 'em
Aye caught a ass 'cause them fuck boys tried me
Beef they ain't 'bout it they play they gone D.I.E.
Talking 'bout alphabet bra where the K at
Fine shit bend over whip out the latex
They can't step I know Drake can
12 come hide the pap inside the Sprayground
See a opp eatcha beatcha like some takeout
I brought the knife out Slaughter E gang
Slaughter
So many shots leave a fuck nigga brain lose
Before we had G ride we slide off the Mongus
They think it's a game 'til that boy seen the grave
Told SMJ show 'em what the fucking belt do
Mrs. put a belt on any bitch that's out here acting tough
Really from the west side but a bitch could never call my bluff
I don't gotta do too much
This shit speaking for itself
Vintage Ricky when I step
I'm stepping all on bitches' necks
I step, step, step step, I step step step step
Step just like you want this shit
My nigga keep a Drake he on the east he from the 6
Bitch talking 'bout she smoking me
Think she confused she smoking dick
