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never gonna step lol - shehatespluto lyrics

intro: (ok like un ok like what )

chorus: don’t get him no shoes cause he ain’t finna step . this glock 47 go right at your neck. he was talking that sh*t so like nike i check . like that f*ck n*gga talk so i put him to rest . glock with red bean b*tch it look like a line , diamonds like disney cause i let it shine

verse 1: i smoked like a once ,i’m still not feeling fried . oh he talking on me ? then someone finna die . like 90 lil b*tch i spend it getting high . i feel like an airhead higher than the sky. oh he talking that sh*t he never finna shoot. like i can’t feel my body smoking on the glue . fye fye boom boom put a opp on the news. b*tch i’m counting all these blues don’t got a clue

bridge: like vroom b*tch i’m tryna chase down on a opp. how you talking on me and you don’t got no knocks? finna slime me a n*gga like i was a fox. like the summer lil b*tch man i’m staying on hots . like i’m in the scat pack the cops think they gone catch me . i’m wearing this nike they think they could check me . 2 shoots to your back now you’re feeling like ricky . lambo stick drive tryna zoom on them quickly

verse 2: like i got a bad b*tch man she giving the drop . with this rapping lil b*tch tryna stay on the top . they not on what i’m on but i know that they not. all the opps really do is sell reggie and cap. call my glock jimmy neutron cause b*tch it’s gone blast . like a shot ricocheted and hit him in his hat. i can’t hear em keep talking it’s all just some cap . people tell me like pluto that’s another hit . shawty ate up on me like them tricks was for kids . oh a n*gga want smoke ? well i’m feeling like wick . i’m rundown on a n*gga we don’t got his bl!ck . like david said in the first bit making cash . and that boy wanna talk he got popped like a flat. forty shots to your neck forty shots to your back . b*tch i feel like usain tryna run to this bag. and i feel like i’m carti b*tch i got them racks . ain’t the hero of the story im the mother f*cking villain . and my neck was so hot so b*tch i had to chill it . and he talk on the net but never shot his smithin. and it get to the blues like a n*gga was crippin. i ain’t even gone say it but that n*gga snitched . thirty opps what i’m smoking on in this wood b*tch. you could never compare to the way that i spit . and i’m sipping the wock so i just crashed my car . all my shooters gone blast pop you like a bar. tryna climb to the top b*tch i’m making it far . never love on a b*tch you know she got no heart . he want smoke well imma treat him like a cart . and they treating my music like it was some art . like what’s in the safe b*tch i got like 10 bands . and another light hundred it’s all in my hands . yea your b*tch see the cash and it’s making her dance . like i got smith and wessons just look at my hand

chorus /outro: (let’s go) don’t give him no shoes cause he ain’t finna step . this glock 47 go right at your neck. and he talking that sh*t so like nike i check . and i keep me a gun just like nike a tech . (lil b*tch !)

- shehatespluto lyrics

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