High Ball Stepper Ringtones

(One-two checka Baby let me know what's up) If you're wondering You gotta let me know, baby You don't have to worry If you're wondering You gotta let me know, baby You don't have to worry Boy, I know that you've been having doubts That I am gonna go and leave you lonely Come over here and let me make your love come down I know just what you need So boy have no fear I am going to be here, for always, forever a day For you If you're wondering You gotta let me know, baby You don't have to worry If you're wondering You gotta let me know, baby You don't have to worry (One-two checka Baby let me know what's up) Now you know that I would do anything for the love of you, baby Because your kisses drive me wild Ooh, child Is it ok if I stay a while? Haha, yeah, what cha doin' baby boo? (chillin') You just trippin, know what I'm saying Hey, get in your Jeep, come pick me up, a'ight Come give me a lil' somethin' (If you're wondering) If you're wondering You gotta let me know, baby You don't have to worry If you're wondering You gotta let me know, boy You don't have to worry If you're wondering You gotta let me know, baby You don't have to worry If you're wondering You gotta let me know, baby You don't have to worry

Yeah Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me nigga Bitch I done ride with the shooters, ayy Made my cousin a killer In the '15, I was neighborhood drug dealer I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, nigga But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs" Nigga, uh, bought a brand new AP, it was 50,000 total It feel like the flu game, when I sold out the Nova I had to finess and get the bag, I had mad dough though If he ain't try and go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Sour vision, bank account Had a bad bitch put a 100,000 in her spandex That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated Can't fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it Made 40,000 on new years, took a private to Vegas I been on Promethazine so long, when I'm slidin' I'm faded I been tryin' to get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated I been touchin' all of these millions, I know they gon' hate it My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it Nigga I been ballin' every season like Kobe with aim All these niggas gon' hate I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this lil' baby Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin'

Yeahhh, huh, bitch (damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that) Off-White, Heron Preston, lookin' like the dope man Unky on the block makin' fiends hit the coke dance It's 2021, we shoot guns, we don't throw hands Tryna look cool takin' pics, them your bro bands Off-White, Heron Preston, came through lookin' European Hoppin' out the ship, coppin' drip, drove the 'Vert to Neiman's Did the dash home and switched the whips just to skrrt the Demon Lookin' like an angel, pop a 30, she a Perky demon Bitch walkin' out the pharm' with some V-cuts I don't sell shit, bro and 'em had to re-up Two charms outta Hutch, both piece' bust Let them fuckers try to flick me, I'mma make 'em eat dust Huh, huh, y'all can't keep up It was cream, but I turned it to a pink Crush Free meals in school, now it's lobster when I eat lunch Talking money, never made the money counter beep once 2017, you probably caught me at the Western Union Caught an opp and beat on him like he Metro Boomin Thought that he was tripping in the club, I took a check and threw it Tried to have a money war, was looking extra stupid Riding in the Demon sticked up, might need an exorcism Walking by and not saying shit would be your best decision Doggy said I'm broke, well, his 'Wood must have meth up in it Fuck 2020, for the pape', I got some better visions Fuck 2020, bitch, this whip a 2021 Straight to the league, back then, I would've one-and-done Three-five of Runtz, goddamn, I'm fucking up my lungs Alright, here we go Thousand dollar jean rocker, Mike Amiris on Woke up and made ten, you was eating Cheerios Finna get lost, what the fuck is Siri on? Four of Aunt Jemima in my system got me steering slow Huh, I can't talk right, I can't walk straight Know you see these bangs, .223s give 'em a bald fade Tripping in the big body fucker tryna hog lanes I'll pull this bitch from half court while I call game Huh, to be a hundred, I'm a dog, boo Huh, to be a thousand, I'ma dog you Drive fast, dress flexy, bitch, and I talk rude BabyTron, nowadays I'm only making boss moves Yeah, I heard about you, you a pillow talking cornball Get your ass out of Somerset, you can't afford drawers (Sheesh) Can't relate, shopping day, this my fourth mall (Sheesh) Hear me roaring in the 'Hawk when I soar off Let me tell you something, I can't be fucked with Let me tell you something, gang 'nem up shit Let me tell you something, got your bitch here to suck dick Fully bust kit, hell nah, I ain't gon' tuck shit One of one, hit the clerk with a one dip BIN Reaper, swear to God that all these dumps hit SB, DSM, bitch, we on that one shit White sticks like they came out some Fun Dip Up now, so my phone twerking Unky in the mountains, out of town where it's slow service I'm the GOAT and I'm so certain Fucked up 'cause your life fun, don't do no working You don't even pay bills, you not a grown man How is you a rapper? Cut it out, you ain't got no fans Bitch better stare at this kit 'cause I don't dance How you got fire CVVs? Don't even know Stan Off-White, Heron Preston, looking like the dope man Unky on the block making fiends hit the coke dance It's 2021, we shoot guns, we don't throw hands Tryna look cool, taking pics, them your bro bands Off-White, Heron Preston, came through looking European Hopping out the ship, copping drip, drove the 'Vert to Neiman's Did the dash home and switched the whips just to skrrt the Demon Looking like an angel, popping thirty, she a Perky demon (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that)