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JayDaYoungan – Step Lyrics

Step By JayDaYoungan

(Damn, BT)
Oh, woah, oh, woah
Oh, oh
Hmm-mmmmm
Oh, oh

I said I stepped out with that stick, I’ma tryna step (I’m tryna step)
Just think twice, you don’t move right? Bitch, you get left (You get left)
I’m sippin’ codeine and this shit fucking up my health (Oh, woah)
Ran up a check, I’m outta breath
She suck the D, don’t use no hands, she tell me she don’t need help
On Percocet, don’t fuck wit’ Xan’s but don’t do thirtys, I’m not Stef
I’m cutting pills, it’s beneficial, don’t mistake me for no ref
I done been burnt up on a pussy nigga, show him how it felt
DOH, .38’s and we like choppers
[?] droppin’, this here go for all of my shotters
Hit him in the fact and make sure he won’t go to the doctor
Won’t even chase at the interstate, one love to my top boys
Walk a nigga down, like, “What the fuck you talkin’ ’bout a nigga?”
Face shot, face shot, I can’t wait to catch you slippin’
My niggas on the pills again, their face, they rollin’ off them jiggas
Eight Glocks, eight Glocks, they know we totin’ pistols

Big Glocks, got big knots, put that shit on your brain
Fuck on that bitch from the back, then I fuck on the front while she pullin’ on all of my chains (Oh, oh)
Mm-mm, but bitch, I stepped out, tryna see who’s tryna step (Tryna step)
I got that heat, I’m tryna see who tryna melt

I said I stepped out with that stick, I’ma tryna step (Tryna step)
Just think twice, you don’t move right? Bitch, you get left (You get left)
I’m sippin’ codeine and this shit fucking up my health (Oh, woah)
Ran up a check, I’m outta breath
She suck the D, don’t use no hands, she tell me she don’t need help
On Percocet, don’t fuck wit’ Xan’s but don’t do thirtys, I’m not Stef
I’m cutting pills, it’s beneficial, don’t mistake me for no ref
I done been burnt up on a pussy nigga, show him how it felt
DOH, .38’s and we like choppers (And we like chopper)
[?] droppin’, this here go for all of my shotters (All of my shotter)
Hit him in the fact and make sure he won’t go to the doctor (Won’t go to the doctor)
Won’t even chase at the interstate, one love to my top boys (One love to my top-)
Walk a nigga down, like, “What the fuck you talkin’ ’bout a nigga?”
Face shot, face shot, I can’t wait to catch you slippin’ (Face shot)
My niggas on the pills again, their face, they rollin’ off them jiggas
Eight Glocks, eight Glocks, they know we totin’ pistols