Step Lancey Foux (Ft. Dro Kenji & Skengdo)

[Intro: Lancey Foux & Dro Kenji]
Yeah
Chyeah, sex
Woo, uh
Yeah (Rockstar trap shit)
Chyeah
Chyeah
I can't even lie, uh

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
High top boots (Chyeah)
High top boots (Hey)
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots, step (Uh)
High top boots (Woo)
High top boots (Let's go)
High top boots (Yeah)
High top boots, step (Steppy)
Step (Uh), step (I'm rockin' that Rick), step
High top boots, step (Uh)
Step (I'm rockin' that Rick), step (Rockin' that Jean Gaul'), step
High top boots

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
It's murder (Pew), murder (Chyeah), murder (Woo)
I just made a killin' (Woo)
Rockstar livin' (Livin')
Loads of different women (Women)
Got my jit trippin'
Tryna pinch a bag (Ooh)
I ain't told a lie (Pew)
Nigga, tip your hat (Uh)
This ain't this or that (Huh)
I don't go tit for tat (Huh)
I done gave away my swag and I don't want it back (Yeah)
Put a stainless in my jacket, I ain't tryna lack (Yeah)
I ain't standin' in no line but she chose a G (Uh-huh)
Let my baddie call me sex, can't get over me (Sex)
Took the molly and a shrooms tryna OD
She's tryna lure me in the room, tryna own me (Let's go)
I done picked up that bag, made it circulate (Racks)
I just took a blue dragon, made it percolate (Uh, uh)
If she lookin' at me mad I gotta fuck her face (Yeah)
I talk sex, money, murder, but you can't relate (Let's go)