Step Out. (feat. DUSTY LOCANE) - Kwengface

Look We gon' put that nigga on a TV Put him on a shirt Look Where I'm from, my niggas all put in work Listen I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she love it I call up Elliot, bust the Patek Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet Bought her a ass, so I could slap it She soakin' wet, all on the mattress Thumbin' through hundreds, I love me the cabbage Play 'bout my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments Up in the Woo, nigga, what's crackin'? Makin' a movie Up it and aim at your kufi Dripped out in Gucci Perky got me feelin' groovy You claim you a suvy, but where is your stripes? Put down a pokey and get you a pipe Watch the opps, they movin' 'cise Glock with a sight, don't play with your life I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she love it I'm gon' talk that talk Gimme me talk back too I'm a demon on the loose Benz, Beamer, or the coupe? And I don't play no games Opposition's all the same Mask up on the stain I need the diamonds and the chains Filled up with rage, I swished, look Leave his body in a ditch, heh On the gang, I won't switch Oh, you think you hot, so we burned 'em Leave 'em dead, that's certain Spin his block, swervin' Hit 'em up, closed curtain I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she love it

Look Y'all know it's that nine fifth militant family shit, haha Had to step it up Woo If that bad bitch mine, then I'm keepin' it (I'm keepin' it) Tight grip, nina on the side I ain't treeshin' it (No I ain't treeshin' it) But if a nigga try to play, let the choppa spray (Gllllt) It was a long night, hah (Hahaha) Shit, a long day (Long day) And I am really Dusty Locane from the fifth (I'm from the fifth) Post up, broad day, with a couple gritty crips (Ayo cig) And ignorance is bliss, but I see what I need (Yeah I see) So if a nigga talk, huh, leave him on his knees (Boaw) But I ain't talkin' freak shit I am in the street bitch (I'm in the street) And you know my niggas all ridin' for me (Yeah they gon' ride) And I am showing you a vibe when I slide through (I'm swervin') My niggas for the drama, grab the nine too (Grab the nine) And I said, "Baby, I won't make a promise" (At all) All my niggas really kill and really robbin' (Yeah they robbin') And I am for the violence (For thе violence) How you wanna do it? We can gеt 'em We can rock him, to sleep (Boom boom boom boom) Oppositions testing me Leave that pussy boy deceased (And they prayin') And they prayin' on my downfall to The wrong priest (To the wrong priest) Blood stains on the sheets I can't wait until we meet (No I can't wait) I'm Dusty Locane, let me introduce me (I'm introducing) How you really wanna do it I could be the one to prove it (I could really prove it) Broad day on the strip Yeah I am really with the movements (I am with the movements) Heavy on the rollin' and controllin' never movin' (I am never moving) Sticky situations, yeah my Glock is my solution (Grrr) Nigga who you fooling? Sides, I'm never choosing (Never chosing) Make that thirty sing high notes like it's moving (Yeee) Take a step into my shoes, see what I've been proving (Come and see) The facts of life is that niggas think they Winnin' when they losing (They think they losing) Bad bitches on my dick and guarantee they all drooling (Yeahahaha) Wanna see if Dusty in the picking and the choosing (No I ain't) Pickin' and I'm switching 10 bitches in the kitchen (They in the kitchen) They love me 'cause I'm saucy Said I'm finger licking (I'm finger licking) And I said, "Baby, I won't make a promise" (At all) All my niggas really kill and really robbin' (Yeah they robbin') And I am for the violence (For the violence) How you wanna do it? We can get 'em We can rock him, to sleep (Boom boom boom boom) Oppositions testing me Leave that pussy boy deceased (And they prayin') And they prayin' on my downfall to The wrong priest (To the wrong priest) Blood stains on the sheets I can't wait until we meet (No I can't wait) I'm Dusty Locane, let me introduce me

Now a nigga really starting to understand what's goin' on It was all in front of me I just had to go get it Look Look Rrrrr Said I'ma make bail tonight, hah I'ma cause hell, I might, hah Roll through the city, bad little bitty, she gave me head on sight And I got a safer route (I got a safer) I'm tryna make it out (I'm tryna make it) Won't do that shit for clout (no, I won't) Come get with me, come get with me I'm from the Flossy (woo, woo) I'm with them killer niggas, come and talk to me (come and talk) You could try to walk with me (come) But you can't step in my shoes I'ma clear the room, I'ma go boom (boom, boom, boom, boom) I got the anger, pain (that pain) I still sip champagne 30 shots (grrrt boaw) Clear out the whole damn spot I got a whole lot to lose, but I got a whole lot of shots Patek be rollin' and controllin' doin' what I do Breakin' rules, might make the news Stupid nigga playin', you a fool And I'll show you what I'm in for Why the fuck you say a nigga changed up? (Watch it) You was tryna get your name up I was here chasing paper (chasing) Sorry hater, see you later, turn to vapor Alexander McQueen (McQueen, huh?) That's what I rock on my feet But I could throw on that Dior Give me more than he needs I could throw on that Supreme But I'm way past that, where your stash at? (where its at?) Rip 'em up, make him bleed Ain't no rap cap, in my last track 30 pull up in your dreams Kickin' CashApp, let me have that (kick that shit) Six racks, runnin' free I'ma backtrack, no, I ain't have that But I'ma still make a scene (make a scene) Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze Bad little Porte Rican, little piece (sheesh) Turn up the heat, six-owe degrees (turn it up) I'm Dusty rollin' from the clocc (from the clocc) And I can surely get you shot (I could) Don't play, you talk to cops (don't play) And now you turn into a stain, an opp I could see everything I need (I see) It's all right in front of me I just got to grab and reach Pussy nigga try to play with me He lay deceased (he dead) Mike Amiri for the jeans (Mike Amiri) Bitch, you know I keep a pole (a pole) I do this for all my Rolandos on the road Know they stay ten toes, won't fold Grrrt Baow, baow, baow, baow