Steppin'
Who else can be, it's
(I wanna know)
Want nothin' more, to shake it
And when the brakes ain't breakin'
That's when the feelin' take me

Steppin' out, red Cortez, I'm out the house
Double-click and lock the rental
Know what I'm about
Hit Crenshaw and take that motherfucker down
Bangin' oldies smokin' dope, he turned the hood up proud
By my lonely, I can't even trust the homies
They'll have you in twist, don't you know them niggas phony
'Cept my niggas from the jump
Circle smaller than a Rollie
Face is glistenin' on my wrist
Thought they told life's a bitch
All gorillas in my clique
Ally my niggas lookin' rich
But we done came from the time, didn't have a pot to piss
Now I pull up in that 6
Couple homies off the mix
Tall drank serve on, maybe yelling that's it
Step into the function tryna knock a nigga bitch

Ready to take some chances
Steady no backward dances
Shine off my shoes for dancing
Saying goodbye to Mr.
(I wanna know)

In the kitchen two-stepping with the twelve gauge
I kept me two weapons since the twelfth grade
In and out the church, but was hell-raised
Bullets burn like hell when them shells graze
Fly whoopin', all white five coopin'
Four five on me at the Five Guys slide through it
Black nine match the black nine fives, how I shoot it
Five five nine hoes clockin' ask me how I do it
Really limpin', I been turning bitches since Helly Hansens
Diamonds in the ring been hitting, look like they belly dancin'
Naw, I ain't felt the same coke drought
Baggin' sips up in the smoke house
I'm tryna turn this smoke into a boat house
All that dope I could prolly turn the Pope out

Ready to take some chances
Steady no backward dances
Shine off my shoes for dancing
Saying goodbye to Mr.
(I wanna know)