Steptronic

[Verse 1]

Steppin' out the door, one thing in my thoughts

944 in schwarz

Foot to the floor, hear the roar of the sports exhaust

Michelin pilot sports

See a big batty in the tiniest shorts like, "Cor", had me stiff as a corpse

Lickin' lipstick same colour as tomato sauce

Hope she ain't sore, what a sort (Yeah)

See I clocked that the hair and the nails all false, though I still wanna beat, of course

I get the hors d'oeuvres and the main course with just discourse, I ain't gotta use force

Man are ballin', we soon touch Forbes

Parkin' the Porsche in my Jordan 4's

Broads get the bum donе on fraud, get caught and recover in jail abroad

Niggas still poor, prеtending they important, stuntin' in rentals that ain't insured

[Verse 2]

Yeah, stepped in the party wrecked

Bare pop stars keep asking for Ket

Racist shit should offend me except

Well, I had a little bit as I recollect

Singer tellin' stories, gettin' upset

'Bout all the times she was pressured for sex

Yeah she didn't know that to find success

She'd have to blow as many record execs

I backed off, yeah I didn't wanna press

Imagine my shock as she bares her breasts

Almost felt bad watchin' her undress

Spat in her mouth as per her request

Who am I to question this mess?

Party was weird anyway, so I left

Open each door, don't know what to expect

Found man in the pool, face down, dead