YFG FATSO - Solo Steppin

★ intro ★
Can't be out here by myself i need a handgun
That shit crazy, you can die for what yo' man's done
Got six stars on my back, this shit like gta
She like her niggas going down wit' a ❲?❳
I like my bitches dressing up, they all on high fashion
You told me, "send it, you got cash", brodie keep askin'
I understand it i won't lie i'm just lowkey flashin'
I told her, "no", she ask, "why this bitch gon' keep asking?"

★ verse 1 ★
I multiply the way by five, that shit keep adding
I got a bitch stay on ig, this bitch just keep tagging
I run this shit up, i tell her undress when i'm ready for her
Put 5 percent on every window, plus the jeep matted
His bed hot, we burned him up, he got a heat mattress
Put too much money in one pocket, now my jeans saggin'
I told the bitch don't tilt her cup, this not no cheap jacket
So many bitches in one car
We need a fuckin' wagon

★ verse 2 ★
I break the money down and count it up and smoke dope
It swing off and every day
I got a broke door
He don't want 9 double m
He want that .40 cal'
If it die down
He spark shit up, he tryna blow smoke
She took a pic while i was sleep
That's when i lost hope
Posting me in her spam page, that's when i lost hoes
I went to jail got on a call
Found out i lost bros
I was just with 'em ridin' fast but don't nobody know (ridin' fast)

★ verse 3 ★
My grandma call now and then, she tell me "stay safe"
I visit her and my girl, like my gun on my waist
I'm really fucked up in the head i need my fuckin' space (i need my room)
Only sixteen but i can't chill
It's too much on my plate
My brothers locked up in the cell, free the whole eight
Today my day, i'm feelin' nice i bought a whole cake (i bought it all)
A honey bun of all dubs got put on his face
We cross the streets and draw blood, ain't nobody safe

★ verse 4 ★
Just stay alert bro, ain't no rules
Crazy how it get
I told my mama, "this for me, been ruthless since a jit"
If i get caught i hope i'm occupied or with the stick
Them trenches hurt me, lightin' candles i know how it get
Yo' dick on fire, you tweakin' out
You hit the wrong bitch
He was jus' gang but y'all got caught
Now he the wrong snitch
He know too much ❲?❳
He still got hit with twenty-nine, he said the wrong shit

★ verse 5 ★
He gon' die when he fifty, really fourty-six
He seventeen jumped in the streets and picked the wrong clic
He in the water with them sharks and they gon' kill quick
Fuck all that other shit you heard
Bitch, you gon' feel this (bitch, you gon' feel this)

★ outro ★
Fuck all that other shit you heard
Bitch, you gon' feel this
Mhm-mhm