Tae $kii - Steppin'

5 AM, yea
Capo trap in the heat
We came from the bottom, we stacking these 100's
No I'm not missing a beat, she bring it to me, then I pay her a fee
Cuz I like it her physique
Think I'm about to run up me 100, n**** can't tell me nothing got two cell phones trap
Still jumping got me Steppin on necks in Balenciaga runners yea
Whipping I'm whipping that 10 speed
Pushing to start that b**** came with no keys
Not in Miami but we bring the heat
I smash the gas when she ready to leave
And I'm up racks I spend bands on my feet
Pockets so fat like I'm stuffing Monique
Pop in they face so I know they can see
What I make in a day man you wouldn't believe
Vacuum ceil wrap it, we gone leave it in the plastic
Smoking on exotic yea I got expensive habits
Swear if I don't know him then you know I got to tax him
Ill go take the profit then spend it on some fabric
These n***** feminine put them in a pagent
Hating on a n**** cuz I'm getting to them rackets
Capo trap in the heat
We came from the bottom, we stacking these 100's
No I'm not missing a beat, she bring it to me
Then I pay her a fee, cuz I like it her physique
Think I'm about to run up me 100, n**** can't tell me nothing got two cell phones trap
Still jumping got me Steppin on necks in Balenciaga runners yea
Rocking some s*** that just came from Japan, I run up them bands
You know aint playing
I was down bad they didn't lend me a hand
Aint talking racks I can't hear what you saying
I used to trap on the road with a Benz
Flipping them packs breaking bread with my mans
Rip Bari wish they gave you a chance, got to run it up fast and show love to my fam
I just spent 5 racks on a new frenchie could've spent it in Givenchy
Now my fingers steady itching
I just spent 5 racks on a new frenchie could've spent it in Givenchy
Now my fingers steady itching
Capo trap in the heat
We came from the bottom, we stacking these 100's
No I'm not missing a beat, she bring it to me
Then I pay her a fee, cuz I like it her physique
Think I'm about to run up me 100, n**** can't tell me nothing got two cell phones trap
Still jumping got me Steppin on necks in Balenciaga runners yea

Written by:
Keonta Phillips

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