TTG Steppa Da Most

Still, Bill, that shit hit

Now I'm up half of my weight, designer for most of the fashion

I grew up laying on shit, my bitch fashion ain't even Harris

Rich ran up the money, now the watch come with carrots

I'm finna get it as ho, bust down the stones in her pendant

Walk in the mall with them switches, it's plenty of racks in these bitches

Whole lot of bands in my video, I catch that bad like on Julio

I can get a hundred in a day, I just might drop out the studio

Pull up with a sack and drop it off, from S.A. Z for the collar

Pray for my nerves, I be trippin', pray for my soul, I be sinnin