Correction Lyrics Step Out by Kwengface

Featuring(s) : Dusty Locane

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Lyrics

[Kwengface]
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[Kwengface & Dusty Locane]
Step out (Rrr), step out (Braap)
Get my keys and my shank when I step out (Woo)
I just sighted a opp, man's lettin' it buss
I'ma lean, let the full corn let out (Bap)
Put a 9 in pebs, or I fling it in Z's (Ay)
OT, where the packs get spread out
If she don't suck dick, tell her get out (Move)
Tryna crash in your whizz when I step out
We dip out (Dip out), we dip out (Dip out)
Let a pussy play a game when I take it out
Or Fever he lurkin', he can't wait to let out
5th Clocc that's for certain, you know how we get down
Bend down (Bend over), bend down
She a freaky lil' bitch (Lil' fuck)
That's a opp, tell her pass me the grip (Pass the grip)
Know she don't bang, but I'm rich for the Crip

[Kwengface]
I'm tryna STP like Mitch
But, my gun el-le-le-le like Timbo (Bap)
Uptown, you ain't see bags, fill it (Oi)
I remember them times I was livin' off Indo' (Oi, oi)
And you know that the iPhone's hot
So Telegram man when you're givin' that info (Rrr)
I remember when I shanked up a yute (Di-di-dip)
Blood on my shank, same colour as Vimto (Di-di-di-di-dip)
I make lighskin yutes turn red (Woo)
I make six foot yutes so scared of this midget (Skrt, skrt)
They say I got issues with women
It's not my fault that they have an addiction
Look, shout out my broski Yas
'Cause he's flyin' it straight and he's bringin them bricks in (Trap)
I'm about my cake and my icin's too, but this ain't no Kipling (No)
I'm with a sweet one that mine
That's Amazon Prime, man, quality time (Ay, come 'ere)
This business phone's too active
Gettin' her mad, she turnt off my line ('Low it)
Baby girl, I can't stop this grind
Need at least two M's by twenty-five (Ay, ay)
I got a studio session 'til eight
Now, I'm at a fashion show by nine
Step out, flex out
Zone 2 step, tryna rip man's chest out (Di-di-dip)
I was raised in the 'narm, but my flag is black
Put a flag for the ends that you rep now
Two in a Q of lake
Heat up the stove, now, I'm bringin' that rex out
Last month, I spent thirty on nothin'
Now, I'm tryna recoup the bread now (Mad)

[Dusty Locane]
Let's go put that nigga on a shirt (On a shirt)
Sippin' on dirty, can't fuck with a perc'
And he claim he a killer, I'm uppin' it first
Your Glock on the way, it's gon' touch on the 1st
They shoot at the plug nigga, what was it worth? (What was it worth?)
He said the wrong thing, all he see was the burst
Lay him on his hearse (In his hearse)
Label me, enemy number one (Number one)
Most of my Glocks came with a switch (Switch)
Infrared beam came with a drum
Can't do talks, my niggas, they know the lift
No remorse, we huntin', let's load the whip (Load the whip)
Yeah, it's mission complete
Accurate aim, knock that boy off his feet (Off his feet)
The wolves gotta eat, we just had us a feast
So, I told my fevers, he buy G's, he a rat (He a rat)
He play toe-tag for that politicin' (Politicin')
Had to go set up the trap (Set the trap)
Oh, he seen the flash? No time to react (React)
We up on your mans, you better get back
S-Class, drift off and do the dash
I'd rather be down bad than go and kiss another nigga ass
You know how much time you was wastin'?
Lost the bag, gettin' impatient
Step to you nigga, I'm tougher than Jason
Stepped on his neck, put his head in the pavement (Still dangerous)
Get down (Grrt), or lay down (Lay down)
Top dogs who I'm takin' in person
You knew it would come to this, I can't be merciful
Rest up to the killys, that pain not reversible

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