Guap Tarantino, Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Stepped In lyrics

I stepped in this bitch with the swag
Nigga be hatin, I get in my bag
Pull up with the coupe hear the jag
Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash
She gon get naked like birthday
I throw a party like bash
I got the gold on my neck like first place
Nigga you comin in last
Tell me how fast can you count it
Blindfolded I count up the racks
I beat up the pussy, she run, I attack
I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex
I quick draw on a nigga like sketch
I’m rocking designer my drip it Farfetch
I put this shit on and fly them jets
I make them see me, Cartier specs

None of you bitches look better than money
Jump on the dick like a crash dummy
Jump out the foreign I left it running
Quit all that cap it
Ain't talking bout nothing
Too much swag, swag on a Hundred
All blue diamonds I wear on a Monday
Pour up the lean, I know I'm a junkie
I let your bitch roll the weed for me
Pockets they fatter than Guap
Oo drippin on niggas you gon need a mop
Hatin on me but I score when you block
Fuck from the back and I don’t wanna stop
Foreign I'm dropping the top
She was boring I put her on block
Diamonds they made of rock
Run up baguettes they hit in they box
Fuck all my haters I go out like opps
When I call up the plug he sent me a dub
Thought it was swept under the rug
And then he got shot
And don't give a fuck my choppa a thot
Dove in the streets I went heard first
Two piece Gucci like med nurse
Roll up gelato like Smokepurpp
I know I'm rapping so dope first

I stepped in this bitch with the swag
Nigga be hatin, I get in my bag
Pull up with the coupe hear the jag
Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash
She gon get naked like birthday
I throw a party like bash
I got the gold on my neck like first place
Nigga you comin in last
Tell me how fast can you count it
Blindfolded I count up the racks
I beat up the pussy, she run, I attack
I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex
I quick draw on a nigga like sketch
I'm rocking designer my drip it Farfetch
I put this shit on and fly them jets
I make them see me, Cartier specs

Pull up on scene
Chasing the money, I'm making it green
I got your honey she fuck on the team
Just bought a Glock and it came with a beam
Yeah i had to go make a wave
Young nigga made some shade yeah yeah
Nigga won't play we gon pop
At-pop at his face
She give me top in the back of the Wraith
Hold on, hold on racks in your face
Rose gold Rollie cost 60K
Nigga might just hit as lick today
Yeah I got juice no Minute Maid
Have a couple shows I’m getting paid
Got a couple hoes I’m getting laid
Bitch digging my feng shui
I fuck these bitches the fun way
I'm in the booth we used to tape
We from the 6 we made our own name
Gave me a shaft and I take over the game
Break out the stick and
These shooters gon rain
Just like singer we’re jiggin in the rain
I pop these percs to ease the pain
Highlight the splurge I bought some chains

I stepped in this bitch with the swag
Nigga be hatin, I get in my bag
Pull up with the coupe hear the jag
Step on the pedal I'm doing the dash
She gon get naked like birthday
I throw a party like bash
I got the gold on my neck like first place
Nigga you comin in last
Tell me how fast can you count it
Blindfolded I count up the racks
I beat up the pussy, she run, I attack
I pop me a perc and I wanna have sex
I quick draw on a nigga like sketch
I'm rocking designer my drip it Farfetch
I put this shit on and fly them jets
I make them see me, Cartier specs