Step Out lyrics

[Verse: maajins]
I put the K on, b*tch, and I get up and learn, uh
n*gga's pullin' that fye out, if he talk sh*t, he get burned
I'm takin' this sh*t back, n*gga, you can't get no turn
Yo' b*tch on my di*k now, yeah, I can't go to the dirty
Yea (Hm), I'ma step out, look at my bag
These n*gga's live on the net, they can't get me mad (Yuh, yuh)
This b*tch in the trap-house, hm, sendin' em' that (Sendin' em' that)
He talkin' tough, then we blast him up, leave him in dirt (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

[Verse: Slump6s]
Hop in a Trackhawk, leavin', put bro in the dust
Yeah (Uh, ah), everything dead now, don't give a f*ck 'bout a trust (Yeah-uh)
Aye, three-headеd goat, b*tch, who really f*ckin' with us?
Aye, uh, we makе him float, b*tch, he talkin', turn him to dust
Yeah, I'm the six-in-the-one, yo' b*tch, she know that already
And my flow, yeah, you stole that already
Hop in the car, [?], 7.62, turn his bone to spaghetti
I'm wit' gang, all the way to the top
They tryna be 'some, that they not, [?]
I don't release, I don't even drop
He think it's beef, 'till he meet the Glock ('Till he meet the Glock, what? What?)

[Verse: jonoftf]
(FtF) Lil' b*tch, I'm hittin', fasho
Uh, might check for Chrome, I hit for [?], play with them bands, fasho
Yeah, I step out flee, all the ho's on me, and they all tens, you know?
FtF, even that's my gang, ain't no new friends, lil ho
Choppa way too crazy, I gotta chill, how much did I spend, lil bro?
Damn, like 2k, don't give a f*ck 'bout what you say
I'm coutin' cash, lil' b*tch, uh, gettin' money, it's a new day
[Verse 2: maajins]
Yuh, fifty-ball in the sky, let's see what the birds say
n*gga's on di*k, now hip to the wordplay
Uh, fifty-plus-twos, knock him, get him sturdy
Yeah, b*tch I'm comin' first, you n*gga's in third place

[Verse 2: jonoftf]
I don't rock jewelry, my fit cost enough (Yeah-uh)
Yeah, stab marks on my chest, lil' b*tch, I'm bossin' up
Smokin', white nightmare
I'm too high, damn, I'm feeling nauseous, huh?
Countin' this cash, talkin' my sh*t, I ain't work in office, yeah
Yeah, n*gga talk down on the gang, then we finna off him, yeah
I can't trust no b*tch, n*gga, gotta move in caution, yeah
Bad lil' b*tch, ass too fat, yeah, she kinda flawless, huh?
You either got the sauce, or you don't, ain't nobody tall as ya'