Step Out - Intellectual

[Verse 1: maajins]

I put the K on, bitch, and I get up and learn, uh

Nigga's pullin' that fye out, if he talk shit, he get burned

I'm takin' this shit back, nigga, you can't get no turn

Yo' bitch on my dick now, yeah, I can't go to the dirt

Yea (Hm), I'ma step out, look at my bag

These nigga's live on the net, they can't get me mad (Yuh, yuh)

Yeah, his bitch 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)

Hop in a Trackhawk, leavin', put bro in the dust

Yeah (Uh, ah), everything dead now, don't give a fuck 'bout a trust (Yeah-uh)

Aye, three-hеaded goat, bitch, who really fuckin' with us?

Aye, uh, wе make him float, bitch, he talkin', turn him to dust

Yeah, I'm the six-in-the-one, yo' bitch, she know that already

And my flow, yeah, they stole that already

Hop in the car, it's the store and I'm deady, 7.62 turn his bone to spaghetti

I'm wit' gang, all the way to the top

They tryna be 'some that they not, three pints out that wock

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?)

(FtF) Lil' bitch, I'm hittin', fasho

Uh, might check for Chrome, I hit for scope, we 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, yeah, I gotta chill, how much did I spend, lil bro?

Damn, like 2K, don't give a fuck 'bout what you say

I'm coutin' cash, lil' bitch, uh, gettin' money, it's a new day

Yeah, fifty-ball in the sky, let's see what the birds say

Nigga's on dick, now hip to the wordplay

Mhm, fifty-plus-twos smoke him, get him sturdy

Yeah, bitch I'm comin' in first, you nigga's in third place (Yeah)

I don't rock jewelry, my fit cost enough (Yeah-uh)

Yeah, stab marks on my chest, lil' bitch, I'm bossin' up

Smokin', white nightmare

I'm too high, damn, I'm feeling nauseous, huh?

Countin' this cash, talkin' my shit, I ain't work in office, yeah

Yeah, nigga talk down on the gang, then we finna off him, yeah

I can't trust no bitch, nigga, gotta move in caution, yeah

Bad lil' bitch, ass too fat, yeah, she kinda flawless, huh?

You either got the sauce, or you don't, ain't nobody tall as ya'