Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NASAAN
Vocals
SWAVAY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Jones
Songwriter
Denaun Porter
Songwriter
Nasaan Holton
Songwriter
Stone Alexander Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Denaun Porter
Producer
Nasaan Holton
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Morning Estrada
Mixing Engineer
Stone Alexander Banks
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
You've got mail
What the fuck is up, ****?
Watch your fucking mouth, ****
Fuck off, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my twin
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my twin
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
[Verse 1]
I'm gon' beat down the block in the sport
I'm gon' beat down the pot with a fork
Wanna trap, but I'm too much a dork
Started rapping, I'm all in New York
Started rapping, put me on the, hmm
Started rapping, put me on the Forbes
It ain't too much I cannot afford
Of course
T and D, me and my brethren
Whoop an opp, who the fuck let 'em in?
Slap boxing, I'm a hood veteran
I'm that (****), not 'cause my melanin
Not 'cause my leverage
Not 'cause these bands, I could point after man after man after man that I'm better than
Not 'cause I'm high in demand and my shirt and my pants, they sponsored by Prada and Vetements
Ho-ass ****
Fuck-ass ****
[Chorus]
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my twin
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my twin
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on-
[Verse 2]
Came a long way from bricks and the mobile homes
Started rapping, now **** in Rolling Stone
I was chasing my bitch from the past, tryna get my ho back, since I got on, don't know no more
Mhm, me and Saan, it's just me and my brethren
I cannot do the tour if I can't come with him
I got some hoes and some sins that I'm juggling
And I gotta pay for it all, so I'm doubling
You cuffed that bitch when we knew she was just a duck
You went Dylan Brooks, should have kept your mouth shut
I kept the same **** around me, same friends
I make too much money for the lame Benz
We gon' do the rain dance, rain dance, rain dance
She wanna fuck like we cavemen
My name on the phone under paid man
And I came in like I just won a settlement
I can name name after name after name after name after name after name that I'm better than
Promise I'm not stepping solo, I step with my boy
[Chorus]
Yeah, stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my twin
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my twin
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Stepping on shit with my boy
Written by: Andre Jones, Denaun Porter, Nasaan Holton, Stone Alexander Banks
