Step Yo Game Up (feat. Jarren Benton & Tory Lanez)

[Hook: x2]

Hell nah we ain't change up

Throwing dirt on my name huh?

Niggas mad cause they ain't nothing

We came up, niggas better step they game up

Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hatin

Fuck these haters, Fuck these haters

Fuck these pussy niggas hatin

[Verse 1:]

I can't trust none of these niggas

Can't trust none of these hoes

I hate thirsty niggas more than thirsty bitches, tryin to run around like my bro

Ya'll niggas don't know me, seen a baby boy like Jerry

Niggas addicted to bitches and Rollies

We done been gifted with a nice little mistress

After work like Kobe

Put in work to put my foot in first

Doin this shit without tryin hard

Talkin game cause I'm good with words

Designer shit ain't always gonna hide your flaws

When it's time I'll come, you can sign me up

I'm Kanye with no time to talk

In my position, what makes the difference is I could hang and you traffic partner

I'm slow ridin without crossin over

Doin me and everything I do

I see ya'll glorify lame niggas

But we could keep that between me and you

See my view and I ain't seeing nothing nice

Pump yo brakes, you gon be a frontin fo life

On stage I flush the fret and cough the mic

Damn this must be life, cut the lights

Solo, dolo they can't see that

First to do it, they can't beat me

They struggling, we tryna get out the city

With a reason, got busy and make this shit look easy

I ain't tryna be the only nigga on

But I'm the only nigga on

So if you came up when you step to the throne, my niggas requested this song

[Hook: x2]

Hell nah we ain't change up

Throwing dirt on my name huh?

Niggas mad cause they ain't nothing

We came up, niggas better step they game up

Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hatin

Fuck these haters, Fuck these haters

Fuck these pussy niggas hatin

[Verse 2:]

Bitch I got one rule

That you don't fuck with T Argentina

Orangina smoke, I don't need to talk, I just need to club million

I want bad hoes and more millions chill

I'm in a bath robe before billions chill

I fuck ratchet hoes and civilians

I will give no fucks for coke dealin

Boy I give a fuck about you

And you sucker nigga, every ditch a hatin

Get a blood for props

Girl I know you bitchin, give a fuck about her

I fuckin doubt it

But she fuckin bout it

Alright now fuck around and fuck her down

And I don't give a fuck about it

Cause yo niggas really crossed the line

Of course you bitch I brought my list

It cross yo mind

Yo action bitch, she off the line

I pop my whip, cross the street and pop the trunk and cross the line

You more than down

I'm in a mourning

Catch yo mom starin at the morning

Lookin sadder than an awful grine

I'm on the corner, you niggas say you fuck my bitch in the head

Well of course you're lyin, of course you try it on me

It don't really mean that getting clean

All my niggas like amphetamines and my enemies

They don't really wanna get on the same shit as Mimi and Dizzy Wright

Dizzy titties which is likely to shit nigga

Know I ride round with a group of ditch diggers

Where I'm from you ain't ridin you bitch nigga

I will get you fuckin top floor on the trunk of my whip nigga

[Hook: x2]

Hell nah we ain't change up

Throwing dirt on my name huh?

Niggas mad cause they ain't nothing

We came up, niggas better step they game up

Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hatin

Fuck these haters, Fuck these haters

Fuck these pussy niggas hatin

[Verse 3:]

I came from the gutta nigga inside

Made me some role models I can be like

My nigga sleep all night but I sweep lights

Then I move into a piece of phone of my device

I need this on my feet, nigga this tight

They kinda make me feel like I can leave right

I think God put me on this, have to murder everything inside

I can't believe the fuckin nerve of these guys

Jesus

Ste yo fuckin game up

Death to them haters, told me Darren didn't change up

Got them niggas creepin on it,

Stay dog, they sick to the stomach

If they see me, yea my nigga dance and came up

I never gave one shit, let along two

Fuck niggas they were 3k, it ain't talkin cool

So whippin in a new truck, popped up

Smooth on my dick, getting lubed up and cool cause I too slipped

Yea, Mr. Benton, that's the name hoe

I'm old school like shell throws to kangos

You a bitch, you like hangin over rainbows

I'm psychopathic bitch, I fell with the derange slow

Put you in the back of a de rainblo

I got that in case them niggas wanna tango

If they still movin motherfucker

It's the takeover, Dizzy would you let these fuckin lames go?

[Hook: x2]

Hell nah we ain't change up

Throwing dirt on my name huh?

Niggas mad cause they ain't nothing

We came up, niggas better step they game up

Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hatin

Fuck these haters, Fuck these haters

Fuck these pussy niggas hatin