STEP ft. BXKS Lyrics

Low it

Niggas claiming that they done shit

Niggas claiming that they 'bout this

You think you're wild, I'm the wildest

I'm at the show, it's packed, crowded

I ain't messing with her flows

She too childish

Got black, got white, like the cows bitch

They love my sound and voice and the way I

Step, step

Nike Off-White on my feet when I

Step, step

The blocks hot so I watch my

Step, step

She likes my moves she likes the way I

Step, step

Ay, like, so what's next like?

Yes please, I need you and your bestie

The texts green

You li'l... can't test me

I'm stress free

Off a Tesla in back of a Bentley

But feel like I'm in a Wraith 'cos I see stars

Doesn't matter when you get it

Just as long as you go get it, uh

My flows, rhymes are five star

She fuck with me 'cos I'm black and my swag's up

Getting money now but back then I found maths hard

Skid skrr, the coupes like a Nascar

I like her cah she my favourite challenger

Girl let's get it on

We got loud up on the catalogue

Flip mode I had to double up

I'm a big stepper my name ain't Lamar

They can't hang with how I change it up

The bass hitting like boom baa

Fuck you go to hell

You can't hang with us

It took some time for me to pattern up

'Low it

Niggas claiming that they done shit

Niggas claiming that they 'bout this

You think you're wild, I'm the wildest

I'm at the show, it's packed, crowded

I ain't messing with her flows

She too childish

Got black, got white, like the cows bitch

They love my sound and voice and the way I

Stepped in the place like

Hi Miss, Hello

Two baggies in the liver so my eyes kinda low

The way I spit I got that money kinda flow

White tee, white crep, white creps look like snow

S.W.A.G it's in me

Make all the pretty women scream O.M.G

Got the money on the phone that's the O.M.P

He got no money on the phone cos he's low on P uh

'Low it

Niggas claiming that they done shit

Niggas claiming that they 'bout this

You think you're wild, I'm the wildest

I'm at the show, it's packed, crowded

I ain't messing with her flows

She too childish

Got black, got white, like the cows bitch

They love my sound and voice and the way I

Step