How R U Lyrics

Givenchy piling on me

Too much drip they need to clone me

"They love your style homie"

That's what my OG just told me

They quick to lie on you

Help you look for shit that's stolen

I can't rely on him

If he don't keep his fire on him

How are you a stepper

If nobody getting stepped on

How are you back home

If nobody got told on

I could pop my shit forever

I'ma rock my chain wherever

Shoot the AR and FN together

Them hollow tips gone bust a little bit better

Make sure you watch your tone

When you hang around my gang'nem

Get lil woadie off the meds

And I swear it ain't no taming him

Look how this .40 make him dance

I got bands

Plus a drum or two

They watch how I walk

They see how I listen

There's no need to talk

If it's not about millions

If you hear me

Put your hands to the sky

Especially if you getting money

Now we seeing eye to eye

Me and my gang don't find shit funny

Say the wrong thing then things get ugly

Two double cups my drank so muddy

I got the sack that's why they rushing

Smacking her booty that bitch start blushing

I ain't pull a kick door in some months

Finally quit

Now I'm rapping and stuff

Ain't gone lie

I'm still trapping and stuff

Catch me in the back straight breaking it down

Plug just said

"I'm bringing it now"

You could tell just look at the way I sound

Certified stepper

I stay on the move

My diamonds get krunk

Just look how they groove

I do what I want

I'm the one who approves it

In and out Neiman's

I'm starting to get boujee

I walk through the mall

They all salute me

I look at my haters

They all amusing

Ain't doing no favors you ain't do

Ain't believing nothing you say true

Ain't taking nothing literally

'Til I see it with my own eyes

Givenchy piling on me

Too much drip they need to clone me

"They love your style homie"

That's what my OG just told me

They quick to lie on you

Help you look for shit that's stolen

I can't rely on him

If he don't keep his fire on him

How are you a stepper

If nobody getting stepped on

How are you back home

If nobody got told on

I could pop my shit forever

I'ma rock my chain wherever

Shoot the AR and FN together

Them hollow tips gone bust a little bit better