RFLF Lyrics

Baby I'ma a player I'll admit that shit

You can gas in the whip I ain't rent this shit

When I said we paid I meant that shit

I'm too clean can't see no lint

Diamonds high beam had to tint that shit

We ain't sign no deal we ain't got no pen

Nigga tried to run up and I popped his mans

Nah, I'm just playing but the glock in hand

I'm a sucker for a thick bitch

It's getting hot in the kitchen

I done made my wrist twist

She done said her pussy wet

Baby girl that's a quick fix

Can't save no hoe I ain't Clark Kent

Stay with my gang we Martians

All my soldiers steppin' we marchin'

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot

Big steppa

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot

Big steppa

Weather man, I can change the weather

Right foot I'm a big steppa

Left foot rock out heavy metal

Game over this a new level

We hottest in the city where they like to pop their kitty

To the niggas totin' glizzies actin' like they gettin' busy

It's the sad truth

No cap no kizzy

Make you wanna roll up somebody light the blizzy

Niggas hate, bitches get jealous

Turned the choppa in he a felon

Hold on I can do acapella

Dog food, the color nutella

Money long, she do what I tell her

Fell in love think somebody tripped me

Popped a bean chased with Evan Williams

Doctor said I shouldn't be living

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot

Big steppa

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot

Big steppa

I'm a sucker for a thick bitch

It's getting hot in the kitchen

I done made my wrist twist

She done said her pussy wet

Baby girl that's a quick fix

Can't save no hoe I ain't Clark Kent

Stay with my gang we Martians

All my soldiers steppin' we marchin'

Money Team, hip hip hooray

Peel a fuck nigga back show his toupee

Ran off on the beat that's GTA

We ain't got no beef we eat souffle

We will not stop no sir, no way

Young visionaries like it's Bluray

Young icons, nigga hear what I say

You don't think we the best?

Okay, you lame

We done been way past mason jars

We in the backseat, hittin' it raw

This a track meet, tired as fuck

Gas got me wired as fuck

Them racks got me fallin' in love

Like OJ I can't wear no glove

Woo, yeah, woo, glove, woo, right

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot

Big steppa

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot, left foot

Right foot

Big steppa right

Right, left, right left

Right, left, right

Big steppa

Right, left, right left

Right, left, right

Big steppa