WORST WAY (STEPPIN) ft. Richie Volvo & Rxch Pabs Lyrics

I'm steppin' on these niggas necks

Tell them ABC like blocks

We gone stack it to the top

One two three a milli rock

I rock a wop wop

I'm steppin' on these niggas necks

Ain't no coming back when I pop

I'm steppin' on these niggas necks

Hey, hey, hey

I think she use me for sex

I send her a text

And you know the rest

I lift up her dress

I throw up the set

We coming right down

And making a mess

We ain't taking shit easy

Bitch we a threat

I want the cheese like a rat

I let it squeeze like her ass

Diamonds so see through

Looking like glass

I do it easy

I don came back like I'm Jesus

Breezy

Slide on the track

Like Its greasy

Yeezy

Slides on my feet

Barely fit me

Chanaynay jeans

I'm walking in distressed

I never stress bout a bitch

I never trip

I took a trip

Cuz we get fly around this bitch

I'm loading my weapon

You know how I'm stepping

I'm shooting at you

Then I'm taking yo blessing

I ain't leaving no clues

Leave yo mama nem guessing

I pull up to yo house

Just to fuck up the restroom

I'm shittin on rappers

I'm wiping my ass with they feature money

Ain't nobody there got richard money

Fuck the labels ion need ya money

I ain't dancing for you fuckin dummies

I'm steppin' on these niggas necks

Tell them ABC like blocks

We gone stack it to the top

One two three a milli rock

I rock a wop wop

I'm steppin' on these niggas necks

Ain't no coming back when I pop

I'm steppin' on these niggas necks

I'm steppin', I'm steppin'

I'm steppin', I'm steppin'

I'm steppin'

On these niggas necks

I'm steppin', I'm steppin'

I'm steppin', I'm steppin'

I'm steppin'

On these niggas necks

I'm steppin', I'm steppin'

I'm steppin', I'm steppin'

I'm steppin'

On these niggas necks

I'm steppin', I'm steppin'

I'm steppin', I'm steppin'

I'm steppin'

On these niggas necks

Veranos crew

Fuck these niggas talmbout pabs

Fuck em niggas talking bout Q

Fuckin niggas talking bout volvo

They copying our swag

Niggas tryna get some of our juice

Cause we going stupid in the booth

You cock it you shoot

These niggas shooting through the roof

Spinning through ya barn

Like a hoola-hoop

I smoke on the gas

And you smoking boof

Zooming through the traffic

In a coupe

Got a lotta hats but I tell the truth

Had to take my meds

Now I'm in the mood

I just seen the feds boy I'm finna move

I blow a bag every day is my birthday

If you want it you can get it

In the worst way

Fuck blowing out the candle

I just want the cake

Imma scoop you for some topping on a Sunday