F*ck you HiTech I hate you

Step, Step, Step, Step

Step, Step on’em, Step, Step

Step, Step, Step, Step

Step on’em, Step, Step, Step

(Step, Step) Fresh dressed

My n*ggas bear arms, like a vest

I’m the whistle, she the ref

She blow me I want the neck

Like a gender reveal I want the sex (I do)

We getting too close

If she ain’t wifey I’m just Next

Stinky green in the woods

Bout to summon Shrek

She hit it way too hard (ooh)

Had to call a tech

Then she backed me down

Like I’m on the fence

Might buy a Benz, I’m still on the fence

Love to travel like I took too many

Step

Steppin on’em peep the socks

Smell Fel cooking like The Rock

Walk down on your b*tch

Step back and shoot my shot

Step, Step, Step, Step

Step, Step on’em, Step, Step

Step, Step, Step, Step (ooh)

Step on’em, Step, Step, Step

Smoking Gary Payton

1942 no chasing

Slide like Wayne Gretzky

Stepping like Kirk Franklin

Stomp, this ain’t whatchu want

And I keep that base, let me pop my trunk

I got what you (I got what you)

I got what you made this month

In my f*ckin blunt, let me roll it up

Heard your sh*t’s a dub

I need a bottle soon as I step up in the f*ckin club

Now lets pour it up

Benjamin I spend that

Spin around and spin back

Talk money don’t chit chat

Click clack where yo b*tch at

I’m in the Caribbean (huh)

I feel like Johnny Depp (huh)

Right to the left (huh)

Slide then I step, uh, then I

Step, Step, Step, Step

Step, Step on’em, Step, Step

Step, Step, Step, Step

Step on’em, Step, Step, Step