Lyrics
Give him one shot that's trauma
Yo Give him one shot that's trauma
Give him one shot that's trauma
Step in Balenciaga
Give him one shot that's trauma
Step in Balenciaga
Got Gucci got Louis got Prada
Whole lotta fuckin designer
They can't believe this shit
Went OT an I took the brick
Drivin off in a Honda Fit
Fed sirens I'm offin it
Give him one shot that's trauma
Step in Balenciaga
Got Gucci got Louis got Prada
Whole lotta fuckin designer
They can't believe this shit
Went OT an I took the brick
Drivin off in a Honda Fit
Fed sirens I'm offin it
**** tell me what the problem is
You got jammed stop calling bitch
Bumped my tracks you were on my dick
Emergency still on your list
Say he psycho he just a kid
On the floor throwin a fit
Do the dead man where I piss
When I see him it's a easy pitch
Shake the room up with this glizz
I really step I ain't talkin shit
Check the stats I do not miss
Them .223's will make em split
Pass the weed I need a hit
Designer down ya that's the fit
Big steps you know it's lit
You fake you counterfeit
I got guns in the barrel
Deal with my opps like Larry Fitzgerald
Sending bullets we ain't shootin no arrows
I was OT in the trap with Harold
Start shootin an I can't even hear em
No Bluetooth but I'm gonna pair em
Fake jewels I would never wear em
Hatin **** I don't even hear em
Talks cheap but this FN will scare em
Huh yup
Talks cheap but this FN will scare em
Give him one shot that's trauma
Step in Balenciaga
Got Gucci got Louis got Prada
Whole lotta fuckin designer
They can't believe this shit
Went OT an I took the brick
Drivin off in a Honda Fit
Fed sirens I'm offin it
Give him one shot that's trauma
Step in Balenciaga
Got Gucci got Louis got Prada
Whole lotta fuckin designer
They can't believe this shit
Went OT an I took the brick
Drivin off in a Honda Fit
Fed sirens I'm offin it
If I hear them fed sirens I'm offin it
If I hear them fed sirens I'm offin it
Steppa
Ughh
Written by: Steppa Steppa