CMG The Label, MoneyBagg Yo and 10percent - Major Payne

Step
Step (right, left, right, left, right, left)
Step (right there, right there)
Step (right there, right there)
Step (right there, right there, right there)
Step (right there, right there) (Castro)
(Right there, right there, right there)

Step right, left, right left (right, left)
Gotta step over there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)
Them boys don't play 'bout 10 (bang)
They'll buss a brain (bang, bang)
Bitch, I'm Major Payne
Step right, left, right, left
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)

I got steppers from Memphis to NY (bitch)
I say, "Get 'em', they don't even ask why (ho)
This thick lil' bitch my alibi (ten)
You could ask her, I was blowin' her back out (damn)
I was hittin' from the back with' the strap out (damn)
I was hittin' from the back with' the MAC out
Got to feelin' myself, then she tapped out (fuck)
I got steppers on right and the left of me (steppers)
Them my partners, so don't pay security fee
Most the niggas I be with from Tennessee (yeah)
They gon' step 'til the death, you ain't hearin' me
Watch out, don't get near me (watch out)
Respect me, you ain't gotta fear me
Lately I been so on point with' this shit
I'm from Memphis, I feel like the pyramid

Step right, left, right left (right, left)
Gotta step over there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)
Them boys don't play 'bout 10 (bang)
They'll buss a brain (bang, bang)
Bitch, I'm Major Payne
Step right, left, right, left
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)
(Go)

When I step on the beat, call it boot camp (yeah)
My AP light up like the bright sun (shine)
It's crazy I used to get food stamps (remember)
I set the bitch off like a pipe bomb (boom)
Got more muscle than you on my right arm (flex)
Hit yo' bitch from the back with that third leg (uh)
She so pretty, I left all the lights on (next)
Broke niggas and bitches my pet peeve
Poppin' out fifty deep with' my step team (gang)
Hitters fight over bodies like, "Let me" (please)
He ain't worth it, I told lil' bro, "At ease" (freeze)
When it's up, ain't no sleep like the bed broke (war)
Stay on track, I ain't tryna get railroad (hell no)
Can't clock me though, I duckin' the feds folk (watchin')
Neighbors told me I dress like I sell dope (put it on)
When bitches ain't right, they get left alone (gone)
When you with' me don't pull out your camera phone
See a opp, better crash on him head on (damn)
Got a choice, either step or be stepped on (pick one)
CMG, the army (what?), we push when necessary (go)
In the field with troops (right now), we active military (get down)

Step right, left, right left (right, left)
Gotta step over there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)
Them boys don't play 'bout 10 (bang)
They'll buss a brain (bang, bang)
Bitch, I'm major pain
Step right, left, right, left
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)

Written by:
Demario Dewayne White, Gabriel Melikardi DeCastro, Joseph Nguyen, Pierce Mackey

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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