paroles de chanson Step Back - SlXtWrXsts

YouTube watching, I'm Dontai
Bout to reset my life and call it Groundhog Day
Bitch, I've been shooting threes like my name's LeBron James
And bitch, I'm bout to blow up like this shit is Pompeii

Bitch, I conquered your area, gave it a whole new interior
I said, fuck the exterior, you're getting crabby
I'm destroying her crusty areas
Riding a menstrual cycle, we ridin' in different periods

Um, fuck your career
Cause bitch, I crash like I'm Kobe
Getting high like Snoop Dogg over in Long Beach
I guess the difference is nobody here knows me

Ha, but I'm bout to change that real quick
So, fuck the world
Cause when I write, I lose control
It's like I've said once before, 13 reasons on patrol

And I just stick to the script like a Hollywood role
I'm a bit like Chucky, I kill but I ain't a doll
Tell that bitch step back
Yeah

Tell that bitch step back
Yeah
Tell that bitch step back
Bitch, I'm bout to kill it so pussy, just step back

Before I give you a smack cause you a wack boy
Come around here with these toys, ain't fucking around with boys
I'ma kill a fucking nigga
I'ma leave him in the streets

Leave him dead and deceased
Because I don't even care, yeah, uh
I'ma stab you with my knife in the back
The same way I did to your mom

When I gave that ass a fucking slap
When I hit her from the back
Yeah, she likes that
That's why your daddy left, uh

And I don't give a fuck because I'm fucking around
Yeah, we can take it to the playground (Where the kids play)
I don't really care because I'm showing no fear
You fucking pussy little niggas don't even compare

Tell that bitch step back
Tell that bitch step back
Tell that bitch step back
Yeah, I said it to the script

Like prescription hits
But he knows I'm lit
I've been popping that shit pop
Like now I'm dropping

I drop the beat like a fetus
But bitch, she's the leader
So now I'm rocking chains like Jesus
In the future they need us

Different city with the hoes
Travel high like a pro
Pass a blunt to the bro
Recording, I got a flow

Instead of mixing, I gotta go
Yeah, I'm sick of you gotta blow
I live on my spirit in the castle now
Sick of to the band on the couch

Shouts now
Shawty at the front, it could die
Roll wild
Asking when I'm thinking

What the blunt is I on
Make a rain money like it's T-Pain now
If you at the front, it make you run into the house
Scar tissue cartilage up on the block

She a clout choker, teasing all around
What a user
Chatting, smoking, piercing
You on the top, but you're still with your dad, uh

Number one, I'm fucking up your face
Sit drunk, feel all the way