[Intro: Lancey Foux & Dro Kenji]
Yeah
Chyeah, sex
Woo, uh
Yeah (Rockstar trap shit)
Chyeah
Chyeah
I can't even lie, uh
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots (Chyeah)
High top boots (Hey)
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots, step (Uh)
High top boots (Woo)
High top boots (Let's go)
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots, step (Steppy)
Step (Uh), step (I'm rockin' that Rick), step
High top boots, step (Uh)
Step (I'm rockin' that Rick), step (Rockin' that Jean Gaul'), step
High top boots
[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
It's murder (Pew), murder (Chyeah), murder (Woo)
I just made a killin' (Woo)
Rockstar livin' (Livin')
Loads of different women (Women)
Got my jit trippin'
Tryna pinch a bag (Ooh)
I ain't told a lie (Pew)
Nigga, tip your hat (Uh)
This ain't this or that (Huh)
I don't go tit for tat (Huh)
I done gave away my swag and I don't want it back (Yeah)
Put a stainless in my jacket, I ain't tryna lack (Yeah)
I ain't standin' in no line but she chose a G (Uh-huh)
Let my baddie call me sex, can't get over me (Sex)
Took the molly and a shrooms tryna OD
She's tryna lure me in the room, tryna own me (Let's go)
I done picked up that bag, made it circulate (Racks)
I just took a blue dragon, made it percolate (Uh, uh)
If she lookin' at me mad I gotta fuck her face (Yeah)
I talk sex, money, murder, but you can't relate (Let's go)
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots (Chyeah)
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots (Hey)
High top boots, step
High top boots (Chyeah)
High top boots (Step)
High top boots (Woo)
High top boots, step (Uh)
Step (Yeah), step (Uh), step (Uh-uh)
High top boots, step
Step (Woo, woo), step (Chyeah), step
High top boots
[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
High top shit
High top Rick
High top bitch
High top crib (Chyeah)
She do my type of drugs (Let's go)
She got my type of love (Love)
She have my type of fun
She might be the one (Woo)
I got a rockstar lady
Ice make her crazy (Crazy)
Ice make her crazy
I put my price nigga pay me (Uh), price nigga pay me
Black wife, like I'm JAY-Z (Ooh)
Everything up on a topic (Uh)
I gotta switch up the topic (Uh)
Blue pills like antibiotics
You know I tote the star gun
She on the back of my R1
She on the back of my double R
I hit her weed, she totin' my gun
She want a lil fame, wanna fuck with a star
She wanna say she made the star cum
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots (Uh, uh)
High top boots (Uh, uh)
High top boots (Chyeah), step
High top boots (Step)
High top boots (I'm rockin' that Rick)
High top boots (Let's go)
High top boots, step (Ooh-ooh)
Step, step (Yeah), step (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
High top boots, step
Step (Steppy), step (I'm rockin' that Rick), step
High top boots
[Verse 3: Skengdo]
Look
I'm runnin' 'round Range Rover Sport
Lipstick leather and shit (Shit)
Really ain't givin' no fucks
I'm on my celibate shit (Yeah)
Givenchy, tracky and J's
These niggas still talkin' 'bout drip (Skrrt)
I was seventeen with the racks (Woah)
Now I'm twenty-five and lit, yeah
Now I'm twenty-five and lit (Whoo)
Something's gone wrong with my bladder
Cause I'm still taking a piss (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Yeah, I'm still taking a piss (Yeah)
I'm still takin' them risks (Whoo)
OT takin' them trips
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots, step
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots, step
Step, step, step
High top boots, step
Step, step, step
High top boots
[Verse 4: Dro Kenji]
Uh, high top too, I sip on wine tech
Smokin’ this dope, got the room spinnin’
Fuck her twin sister, she a spitting image
Forgiato tires, little Porsche spinning
I’ma money counter make me grin
Shawty love sex, drugs and sins
Shawty love sex, drugs and sins
Shawty love sex, drugs and sins
Oh, a nigga money flexin'
Push up, my car so fly
How she want suck my dick in this brand new Benz coupe by tonight
Fuck her good and I’m tellin’ her bye tonight
I’on play with a thot, I don’t pick a fight
I don’t play with a nigga
My stick got it’s safety off so a nigga might die tonight (Grrah)
Go, go (Step)
Go, go (Step)
When you step, you better step on they necks, oh no
Pouring up all this codeine, all these drugs gon' take me out of here
Stuck in hell inside my head and I can’t break up out of here
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
High top boots
Step, step
Step
Step, high top boots, ooh
Step, step
Step, step, high top boots
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