"Oversteppin'" lyrics
(feat. That Mexican OT)
[Lah Pat:]
Shawty knows she bad, but she not Ri-Ri
Smooth Operator, but I'm more like KeKe
I chunk up da deuce if she start tweakin'
My money turn blue, guess it ain't get freaky
My weapons a loner, know I'm the hardest
If this is a challenge then I have to charge 'er
Fuck them lil haters, don't give me no bargains
She looking for savin', but I'm not down farther
Shawty be the baddest, she know it
That's why my heart is the coldest
I'm never sober
I do the dash when its open
I like my bitches on call, I never hold her
She 'bout her bag and its showing
She smoking hookah with friends
I never post her
She never posted me either
It's our little secret
Still it ain't cheaper to keep her
See I say what I want, ain't a nigga gon' check me
Shawty bad and I want her, hope I ain't over steppin'
And my bag I been flexin', please don't reach for this necklace
She a baddy for sure, hope she know I'm Big Jefe
Look how I'm steppin'
See I say what I want, ain't a nigga gon' check me
Shawty bad and I want her, ope I ain't over steppin'
And my bag I been flexin', please don't reach for this necklace
She a baddy for sure, hope she know I'm Big Jefe
Look how I'm steppin'
[That Mexican OT:]
Draw her waist, lookin like its a bowl of boogers
Fuck her like I love her, but treat her ass like a hooker
She saw me at the store now she thinkin' I'm a cooker
Got her askin' me questions like "Why you got Ziplocs of sugar?"
Cut the slab up with a scissor kick, got me lookin' like Booker T
Got 'em wearin' cowboy hats so I know that they're a son of me
I'm a short ass Mexican so how the fuck is you still under me
Black and yellow Escalade, flyin' 'round look like bumblebee
Realtree camouflage on the monster truck, better buckle up
I'ma get there and knuckle up, saw his ass, he wasn't thug enough
Lookin' like his name's Buttercup, get his ass with an uppercut
Pour a tre in my Chik-fil-a lemonade and watch it bubble up
It's Mr. P.A.T with M.O.T, I'm shinin'
Like the back of CDs, I'm goin' OD
I'm bangin' on K.D.C til I D-I-E
And if you won't respect, well then look me inside the E-Y-E
[Lah Pat:]
See I say what I want, ain't a nigga gon' check me
Shawty bad and I want her, hope I ain't over steppin'
And my bag I been flexin', please don't reach for this necklace
She a baddy for sure, hope she know I'm Big Jefe
Look how I'm steppin'
See I say what I want, ain't a nigga gon' check me
Shawty bad and I want her, ope I ain't over steppin'
And my bag I been flexin', please don't reach for this necklace
She a baddy for sure, hope she know I'm Big Jefe
Look how I'm steppin'
Shawty knows she bad, but she not Ri-Ri
Smooth Operator, but I'm more like KeKe
I chunk up da deuce if she start tweakin'
My money turn blue, guess it ain't get freaky
My weapons a loner, know I'm the hardest
If this is a challenge then I have to charge 'er
Fuck them lil haters, don't give me no bargains
She looking for savin', but I'm not down farther
Shawty be the baddest, she know it
That's why my heart is the coldest
I'm never sober
I do the dash when its open
I like my bitches on call, I never hold her
She 'bout her bag and its showing
She smoking hookah with friends
I never post her
She never posted me either
It's our little secret
Still it ain't cheaper to keep her
See I say what I want, ain't a nigga gon' check me
Shawty bad and I want her, hope I ain't over steppin'
And my bag I been flexin', please don't reach for this necklace
She a baddy for sure, hope she know I'm Big Jefe
Look how I'm steppin'
See I say what I want, ain't a nigga gon' check me
Shawty bad and I want her, ope I ain't over steppin'
And my bag I been flexin', please don't reach for this necklace
She a baddy for sure, hope she know I'm Big Jefe
Look how I'm steppin'
[That Mexican OT:]
Draw her waist, lookin like its a bowl of boogers
Fuck her like I love her, but treat her ass like a hooker
She saw me at the store now she thinkin' I'm a cooker
Got her askin' me questions like "Why you got Ziplocs of sugar?"
Cut the slab up with a scissor kick, got me lookin' like Booker T
Got 'em wearin' cowboy hats so I know that they're a son of me
I'm a short ass Mexican so how the fuck is you still under me
Black and yellow Escalade, flyin' 'round look like bumblebee
Realtree camouflage on the monster truck, better buckle up
I'ma get there and knuckle up, saw his ass, he wasn't thug enough
Lookin' like his name's Buttercup, get his ass with an uppercut
Pour a tre in my Chik-fil-a lemonade and watch it bubble up
It's Mr. P.A.T with M.O.T, I'm shinin'
Like the back of CDs, I'm goin' OD
I'm bangin' on K.D.C til I D-I-E
And if you won't respect, well then look me inside the E-Y-E
[Lah Pat:]
See I say what I want, ain't a nigga gon' check me
Shawty bad and I want her, hope I ain't over steppin'
And my bag I been flexin', please don't reach for this necklace
She a baddy for sure, hope she know I'm Big Jefe
Look how I'm steppin'
See I say what I want, ain't a nigga gon' check me
Shawty bad and I want her, ope I ain't over steppin'
And my bag I been flexin', please don't reach for this necklace
She a baddy for sure, hope she know I'm Big Jefe
Look how I'm steppin'
