Watch Ya Step Lyrics

Watch where you steppin

Cause I'm steppin in brand new 11's I

Got the Phantom I can't wait to test it out

When I get it I'll skrt it straight off the lot

Cooking up like James Harden I got my left hand in the pot

Talking to my demons do that a lot

Hope that they lead me in the rightest ways

Hope that they lead me through the night

Yah, through the night

Baby girl I hate it when we fight

You just up and left on me that ain't right

Was there another nigga in ya sight

Or did you only have to go clear yo mind

I don't know but our future ain't bright

Cut you off yea you not one of mine

You cannot be mine

You wasted my time

Why you wasting my time? Why you playin with me?

We can fuck you not staying with me

Get the fuck out I don't know why you laying with me

When it comes down to bands you know I got plenty

Smack him with the back of my hand if he start acting silly

Shout out to my bro he Bam you know that I'm Jimmy

Hit you with the Jimmy

Not a skinny nigga so to fit into my pants you know I gotta shimmy

We hop out the car start shooting

These niggas hop out the car and hit the shiggy

Spinnin on the opps get dizzy

Rollin up that weed got my fingers sticky

Feel like yeat finna get busy

I hop out the tonka she givin me tizzy

She the best I ever had like drizzy

Took my autograph right on her titty

Shout out Tory Lanez I'm getting litty

Cross up a nigga hit him with the Smitty

No more 3s I been workin on middys

I been training these bitches like Brickley

Know I get to that money so quickly

And I feel like the best in my city

It's young Gramo now who fuckin with me

Song so good now this bitch wanna tip me

And her ass cannot fit in them jeans

She throwing it back put my dick in her kidney

Growing up used to walk to McKinley

Walkin past the feins hoping they don't get me

Ya nigga a bum like Jamaal Tinsley

And bitch I'm expensive you can't even rent me

But I'm stepping in brand new 11's

Got the Phantom I can't wait to test it

When I get it I'll skrt it straight off the lot

Cooking up like James Harden I got my left hand in the pot

Talking to my demons do that a lot

Hope that they lead me in the rightest ways

Hope that they lead me away from the bullshit

Cause I got a full clip

So don't bring ya niggas around me with that bullshit

Cause I'll kill like ya full clique

Never lacking ride around with the tool in the whip, yeah

Shawty she suckin the dick, yeah

They like Gramo never miss, nah

Where is Dom he with your bitch again

I'm with her again

How could you believe her when she told you me and her were just friends

I'm making her bend

I had to snap a picture cause that arch had put me in a trance

I took her to France

Before that flight had landed know that bitch was tuggin on my pants

She hittin hips I know she wanna dance

Beat her in a battle I feel like the man