Stepping on niggas, I see him, I sock him Not talking 'bout rappers, we spot him, we got him, we shoot My niggas run in that crib, get the loot Blowing that gas, bitch, I'm fin' pollute Get a new pack, got that shit from Xhu Got a new grill, put it on my tooth Got a new grill, put it on my teeth Archive clothes all up on my tees I'm that motherfucker they wan' be I walk in that bitch, walk in that sc— (Becker) Hold up, ayy (This is a Slump Audios exclusive) Bitch You see a red light, I see a green Know I'm getting that bread by any damn means AR-15, that shit got a beam Niggas only want attention, niggas wanna get seen Niggas sipping on fake drop, that shit not lean Nigga rocking that drop, that's not Supreme Nigga said he want smoke, that's fine by me I ain't fucking with the cops, know you can't arrest me Know the choppa named Johnny, don't wanna test me Got a brand new Glock, don't got a safety Run up in the crib with a new XD Put a lil' boy on the motherfucking tee You say you've been smoking that gas, that's mid High as bitch, I'm a damn flight risk That nigga love tongue, gonna hit him in the lip Finna call up my brothers, know we finna hit a lick, lil' nigga You talking that crazy, you better move with caution Call up my brother, he ready to off him Like this shit a new song, bitch, we gon' drop 'em You think I'ma burn out, but I'm never stopping Walk into that store, everything what I'm copping We made a mess with that boy, he gon' mop him Stepping on niggas, I see him, I sock him Not talking 'bout rappers, we spot him, we got him, we shoot My niggas run in that crib, get the loot Blowing that gas, bitch, I'm fin' pollute Get a new pack, got that shit from Xhu Got a new grill, put it on my tooth Got a new grill, put it on my teeth Archive clothes all up on my tees I'm that motherfucker they wan' be I walk in that bitch, walk in that scene Got the Off-White Prestos, came in that cream Know we gon' get to work, not talking 'bout Dream Gonna knock a boy out, not 'bout Steam Got the new VVs on me, on flee' And I ain't talking 'bout no market Ha, in that AMG, I park it I've been up in Saks, you a target I'ma step on that nigga like carpet Got a new Glock off the black market We hitting Neiman and Marcus Throw that song away, lil' bitch, know it's garbage I call up Becker, he send me that pack Your boy in my blunt, I'ma smoke him like gas We gonna put that lil' boy in the thrax Push a lil' beam', in that motherfucking Max' What did I say? Know my shooter redacted I'm in the club with a bad bitch You not my bro, keep a hit stick Posted outside with the misfits People all talk, they ain't do shit We show 'em the devil, we'll shoot shit You not running up, you won't shoot shit Been going up, I'm a new kid You see a red light, I see a green Know I'm getting that bread by any damn means AR-15, that shit got a beam Niggas only want attention, niggas wanna get seen Niggas sipping on fake drop, that shit not lean Nigga rocking that drop, that's not Supreme Nigga said he want smoke, that's fine by me I ain't fucking with the cops, know you can't arrest me Ayy, you fucking with DJ Becker, go and buy his beats y'all (Bitch) (Becker) I'll kill you and everyone you know