Steppa - Invited

Four five on my hip don't get excited
If you don't have a glizzy you ain't invited
I got pink runtz you wanna buy it
Knock him out Mike Tyson
This gold shining like some lightning
Diamonds hittin and they fightin
Late night ima over night it
X out a opp then feel united
Takin a trip private pilot
You yappin your mouth just be quiet
We into all sorts of violence
Huh
Shootin at your heinous
Lookin for a stick with the silence
Drive with a suspended license
Uhh wait
Hell nah Can't get pulled over
Like pop smoke in the rover
High jack it then it's over
Spanish bitch named loca
Fucked her to some soca
Got wock up in my soda
Ask my jewler the quota
In hawaii aloha
I got my street diploma
It's a HH party
Please don't bring no bacardi
Come eat me up edamame
My touch is makin her horny
We got guns like the army
Sticks at every party
Pass em like a volley
Won't catch me in no lobby
Ice cold like hockey
Ya we keep sticks like Crosby
All this drip got me flossy
I'm darkskin no chocolate
Ruger 9 In my pocket
Run up on your mans and they can't stop
H got the glock and he will pop it
Passing the rock like John Stockton
She sucked me up and swallowed the toppings
First time we met that girl was topless
Diamonds drippin like a faucet
Looks suspicious then I block him
Your girls digits in my pockets
Semi auto red dot got em
Bitch we twirlin we ain't boppin
Bitch we twirlin we ain't boppin
Bad bitch doing my braids
Pass me the champagne
She sucked me up good brain
New FN for the spring
She smuggles cocaine she doing her thing my left hand got four rings
Send me the addy now I'm thinkin which gun should I bring
Slide out with the stick
The scope attached built in
Long range that's a wig
Fuck da opps yuh dig
Four five on my hip don't get excited
If you don't have a glizzy you ain't invited
I got pink runtz you wanna buy it
Knock him out Mike Tyson
This gold shining like some lightning
Diamonds hittin and they fightin
Late night ima over night it
X out a opp then feel united
Takin a trip private pilot
You yappin your mouth just be quiet
We into all sorts of violence
Huh
Shootin at your heinous
Lookin for a stick with the silence
Drive with a suspended license

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Steppa steppa

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