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Step Curry Lyrics[Chorus]
Uh
I tell Ran, "Load a beat, then I'm killin' it"
I'm still steppin' in all this Givenchy shit
Ain't no jackin' this style, I invented this
Lil' bro walk up and kill 'em, no witnesses
Free the bros down the road on they sentences
They gon' bang on they doors when they hearin' this
We count racks on the floor, we be clearin' shit
Used to shoot with my right when I'm airin' it
Lil' bitch text me, she fresh off her period
I'ma dunk like that ball got no air in it
Heard you just dropped a tape, I ain't hear your shit
Then my man had it on, I ain't fuck with it
Brand new thirty, I came in the club with it
Lover boy, man, I fuck, then I'm cuffin' it
The first time let me hit, had to nut in it
Used to sell heroin to the public
[Verse]
Can't respect disrespect if you subbin' it
I ain't show up to court, on the run with it
Lamborghini, just me and my son in it
Only five, he be all in that foreign shit
I got DMs from baddies, ignorin' shit
Bitches callin' my phone and get forwarded
I done ran up these racks, I need more of it
Brand new carbon, I might go on tour with it
In a mansion, four stories, your whore in it
I'm just talkin' 'bout my life and recordin' it
I was born for this shit, man, I'm sure of it
Model broad, treat her mouth like the orphanage
I ain't jump for that check when they offered it
I did that on my block, I had dog on it
It was me and my gun, went to war with it
Hid that shit in a bush, went to court with it

[Chorus]
Uh
I tell Ran, "Load a beat, then I'm killin' it"
I'm still steppin' in all this Givenchy shit
Ain't no jackin' this style, I invented this
Lil' bro walk up and kill 'em, no witnesses
Free the bros down the road on they sentences
They gon' bang on they doors when they hearin' this
We count racks on the floor, we be clearin' shit
Used to shoot with my right when I'm airin' it
Lil' bitch text me, she fresh off her period
I'ma dunk like that ball got no air in it
Heard you just dropped a tape, I ain't hear your shit
Then my man had it on, I ain't fuck with it
Brand new thirty, I came in the club with it
Lover boy, man, I fuck, then I'm cuffin' it
The first time let me hit, had to nut in it
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