Yeah, it go right foot step, left foot step
Throw your hood up, huh (Doe Boy, how you make this?)
Yeah, it go right foot step, left foot step
Throw your hood up, do it for your section
Chrome Heart accessories, baddie to the left of me
She say that she celibate, now she havin' sex with me
I DM in Vanish Mode, I can't leave no evidence
Shorty be on demon time, but she say she heaven-sent
He ain't bring his chain out, 'cause he know it's featherweight
See a couple broke boys must've got they settlement
Right foot, left, left foot, right
Benz with the lights, yours for the night
Bands on the dresser, real, not a question
Told her she can do her thing, just don't let me catch you
I been ballin' so hard, I deserve a statue
Seven-thousand-dollar pants, Chrome Heart patches
You can take my word for it if I say it's factual
Foreign, did the dash in it, promise ain't no scratches
I just met a redbone, bougie, but she ratchet
She say she in school still, but never be on campus
Asian persuasion, she don't speak my language
Money conversations, let's go on vacation
'Member we was block huggin', now we stand on stages
Foreigns double-parked, but them SRTs, we swang 'em
She want hair done and lashes, she real, but her ass fake
It hurt, but I'm savage, that foreign, almost crashed it
I just made a bag off shows and blew it all on fashion
My mama see these big-ass chains and tell me I'm too flashy
She knowin' I ain't average, ain't try, but I blew past 'em
Lil' baby actin' brand new, I left her ass in traffic
I can see the whole world inside these Beno glasses
Compare me to no nigga, I am cut from different fabric
Yeah, it go right foot step, left foot step
Throw your hood up, huh (Doe Boy, how you make this?)
Yeah, it go right foot step, left foot step
Throw your hood up, do it for your section
Chrome Heart accessories, baddie to the left of me
She say that she celibate, now she havin' sex with me
I DM in Vanish Mode, I can't leave no evidence
Shorty be on demon time, but she say she heaven-sent
He ain't bring his chain out, 'cause he know it's featherweight
See a couple broke boys must've got they settlement
Yeah, nigga
When you see me out, put that lil' kit up
Lil'-ass shit
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