Leed - Step It Up Lyrics

Whoa
Step it up, step it up, step it up
Aye, whoa
Step it up, step it up, step it up
Aye
Ride ride around let the tec bust
Bet she let me f*ck cause I'm next up aye
I ain't lifting weights but I flex up aye
I be out in Brooklyn like the Nets huh
Not a Sunflower she loving my seeds
The boof is so loud that it got my ears bleeding
Goop be so pink when I sip on the lean
Itching for money I feel like a fein
Step it up step it up, step it up, aye
Step it up step it up step it up, aye
Step it up step it up step it up, aye
Step it up, aye
Whoa hey
Four five on my waist just like a fat boy
Keep a gat boy
In case you don't know how to act boy
On the map boy
But we still be in the trap boy
Thought your ass was balling
We pull up
You running track boy
Put this thirty on your back
Like a Curry jersey
New rims on my whip is clean
But we riding dirty
Come and get your bitch up out the V.I.P
She wild flirty
Two strokes in that bitch
And then I'm gone just like a golf birdie (Ooh)
Heard a lot of shit through the grape vine
She don't like meat but she ate mine
I don't even slow down at stop signs
If you run up on my bro then it's drill time
Step it up step it up step it up
Run up them bands on a regular
Step it up step it up step it up
F*cking your bitch in a Tesla
And I'm up in it impeccable
Had to fit her in my schedule
F*ck her so much it's habitual
F*ck her so much it's a ritual
Shoot at your legs just to cripple you
Bands be all blue like a crip would do
Bad bitches you know I hit a few
I'm always killing the pussy then give it a funeral
Aye, step it up step it up step it up
If it ain't Nike who checking us
Step it up step it up step it up
All of these rocks on my wrist hella minerals
Step it up step it up step it up
F*ck you I don't want no interview
Step it up step it up step it up
Bank account got more commas than it do decimals