"steppin" lyrics

Racks on racks
I spend it all
Spend a thousand at the mall
Moshpit turn into a brawl
Rise again I'll never fall

In the crib I'm posted up
Talk too much don't give a fuck
Talk too much we shitt him up
Hollows hit he better duck

Yeah, I don't want no drama
Fucked up in the studio
We smoke on mariuhana
I'm a lost soul, but I'm still gonn stack a dolla
Fuckked up in my head
Feel it in my amygdala

Finna turn you into pieces
Praying to your God
Walk on water like I'm Jesus
Put him in a bodybag
She knows that I'm a demon

High as fuck on indica
I feel like I am dreaming
Puff puff pass
Smoking every fuckking season

Pop molly and xans
My head is in a trance
Pop an x I make you dance
Heavy money in my pants
Pop molly, smoke weed
My shawty is a freak
Pop a benzo and I sleep
The scars are way too deep

Yeah balenciaga steppin
Walk in the city
On my waist there is a weapon
I don't want that fuck shi
A bitch is only cappin
Say some dumb shi
You're gonna go to heaven

Come over give me top
I don't know how to stop
She said that my voice is hot
I still feel like I am God
I still gonn stack my bread
Fill my weapon up with lead
Pop a bullet in your head
And you're gonna end up dead

Yeah balenciaga steppin
Walk in the city
On my waist there is a weapon
I don't want that fuck shi
A bitch is only cappin
Say some dumb shi
You're gonna go to heaven

Come over give me top
I don't know how to stop
She said that my voice is hot
I still feel like I am God
I still gonn stack my bread
Fill my weapon up with lead
Pop a bullet in your head
And you're gonna end up dead, bitch