Half Stepper lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Flee
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: OnFully]
I'm what a b*tch need like a hard drug
Try to run up in this spot, put your ass under the rug
Three-five, smokin' other opps, I ain't leave a nug
How I show you love, probably if you knew who I was
MIA, I'm gettin' carsick, I'm in the fast lane
Doin' all this dirt, mama told me that crime pays
Four-five'll make you punch the clock, I think your time came
b*tch wanna f*ck, say somethin', I don't speak sign language
In the city sellin' work like this sh*t the eighties
Bring it to your front door, ain't no in-line waitin'

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
And I can get it where you need it, sh*t, I'm like Tom Brady
Man, she was cute, but I ain't f*ck, she wasn't tryna pay me
And I don't need no new tires, but I've been slidin'
Man, in the hood, I got paper and pills like a doctor patient

[Verse 3: OnFully]
Man, in the hood, that's where you not allowed, you sign an affidavit
See it, that's your ass, bye-bye, ain't talkin' rock a baby
How the stats raisin' up, you would've thought a n*gga signed a label
b*tch, the only way you put in work 'cause the n*ggas made you
Never catch me on no sucker sh*t
Make the work stretch, what's the supplement?
The reason that you got hit in your head 'cause you covered him
[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
My n*gga, I be tellin' hoes everything but the truth and my government
Drop on the opps, I'm pullin' up tryna get an assist
Man, I'm lyin', f*ck around, take all the shots like I'm Kobe and sh*t
Ayy, man, pull up to the club, knockin' cones over
That b*tch ain't never put me out, man, I be slammin' doors on her
Man, euro steppin' while I'm walkin' through the mall, Ginób on 'em
I start scammin' and made a million, sh*t, I feel like Rose on 'em

[Verse 5: OnFully]
Everything don't go as planned, I bet I make it do
Incident was critical, police say he ain't make it through
7.62s free for all, know you can take a few
I be chasin' money like this sh*t be comin' out the blue
Tryna be me, you can't diss, say you a half stepper
Told my ex b*tch it's no limit like she Ari Fletcher
I can't really even tell if you n*ggas 'bout it
Alley-hooped her from the back door, we move in silence
So many fiends at the spot, it's lookin' like a riot
pus*y broke n*ggas fall out over a nick', Mariah
Bro'll kill you sober, off a pill, he more violent
Opp smoke top shelf, sh*t f*ckin' up my sinus