Hook
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not intrigued by the game discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the fleet
I'm unconcerned about the weak
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on
Verse 1
Told bro, about a opp
He said on the real, you a meal ticket
You could feel, how you feel with it
When you leave the town, we gone deal with it
D's coming I'm jumping the fence, This M6 do 110
Sitting with demons, but I'm Almighty, I move like a Deacon
She give me top in the whip, while I'm speeding
I keep a Rilla, they calling me Cesar
Hop on the stage and it feel like a fever
I'm the nigga you can not compete with
I was really in a I-8
I was f*cking up the Tri-State
Leave a nigga with a high fade
I want it now, tell me why wait?
What you know about depression
All these bitches see me shining, this ain't Avianne
But these VV's
I already know the question
Like why you ain't answer your message
Why you so inconsistent with texts
All them tweets and I can't get mention
Is there beef, I could tell when there's tension
Hook
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not tricked by the fame discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the flee
I'm more concerned about the week
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on
Verse 2
Smoking on cookies in 7's, I come out the woods at 11
Every time they see me, I got a weapon
They never learn, but this scalpel a lesson, uh
I cannot tell you, what you want to hear
Unless you a teller, I'm telling you fibs
Im the type, that gone tear up your ribs
Not the type, that's gone tell on my dick
Keep my business on the Hush
Heavy, on the Hush, get a nigga touched
I got peanut butter guts, get up in her mouth
I be on the Hutch
They just want me in the back, slaving
Cause they know, a nigga next up
Then I got right to the bag brazy
Now they knowing, that they messed up
Since a youngin I've been back breaking
Tell them bitches, hold they chest up
I ain't never got my bag taken, I was rolling with best of em
Niggas hate that I'm a player, uh
Tell yo bitch you see her later, uh
I could ask her for a favor, uh
Know she would like she, Jayda, Yea Yea
Hook
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not tricked by the fame discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the flee
I'm more concerned about the week
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on
Quan Rite - McQueen Steppin Lyrics
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Hook
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not intrigued by the game discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the fleet
I'm unconcerned about the weak
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on
Verse 1
Told bro, about a opp
He said on the real, you a meal ticket
You could feel, how you feel with it
When you leave the town, we gone deal with it
D's coming I'm jumping the fence, This M6 do 110
Sitting with demons, but I'm Almighty, I move like a Deacon
She give me top in the whip, while I'm speeding
I keep a Rilla, they calling me Cesar
Hop on the stage and it feel like a fever
I'm the nigga you can not compete with
I was really in a I-8
I was f*cking up the Tri-State
Leave a nigga with a high fade
I want it now, tell me why wait?
What you know about depression
All these bitches see me shining, this ain't Avianne
But these VV's
I already know the question
Like why you ain't answer your message
Why you so inconsistent with texts
All them tweets and I can't get mention
Is there beef, I could tell when there's tension
Hook
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not tricked by the fame discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the flee
I'm more concerned about the week
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on
Verse 2
Smoking on cookies in 7's, I come out the woods at 11
Every time they see me, I got a weapon
They never learn, but this scalpel a lesson, uh
I cannot tell you, what you want to hear
Unless you a teller, I'm telling you fibs
Im the type, that gone tear up your ribs
Not the type, that's gone tell on my dick
Keep my business on the Hush
Heavy, on the Hush, get a nigga touched
I got peanut butter guts, get up in her mouth
I be on the Hutch
They just want me in the back, slaving
Cause they know, a nigga next up
Then I got right to the bag brazy
Now they knowing, that they messed up
Since a youngin I've been back breaking
Tell them bitches, hold they chest up
I ain't never got my bag taken, I was rolling with best of em
Niggas hate that I'm a player, uh
Tell yo bitch you see her later, uh
I could ask her for a favor, uh
Know she would like she, Jayda, Yea Yea
Hook
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not tricked by the fame discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the flee
I'm more concerned about the week
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not intrigued by the game discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the fleet
I'm unconcerned about the weak
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on
Verse 1
Told bro, about a opp
He said on the real, you a meal ticket
You could feel, how you feel with it
When you leave the town, we gone deal with it
D's coming I'm jumping the fence, This M6 do 110
Sitting with demons, but I'm Almighty, I move like a Deacon
She give me top in the whip, while I'm speeding
I keep a Rilla, they calling me Cesar
Hop on the stage and it feel like a fever
I'm the nigga you can not compete with
I was really in a I-8
I was f*cking up the Tri-State
Leave a nigga with a high fade
I want it now, tell me why wait?
What you know about depression
All these bitches see me shining, this ain't Avianne
But these VV's
I already know the question
Like why you ain't answer your message
Why you so inconsistent with texts
All them tweets and I can't get mention
Is there beef, I could tell when there's tension
Hook
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not tricked by the fame discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the flee
I'm more concerned about the week
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on
Verse 2
Smoking on cookies in 7's, I come out the woods at 11
Every time they see me, I got a weapon
They never learn, but this scalpel a lesson, uh
I cannot tell you, what you want to hear
Unless you a teller, I'm telling you fibs
Im the type, that gone tear up your ribs
Not the type, that's gone tell on my dick
Keep my business on the Hush
Heavy, on the Hush, get a nigga touched
I got peanut butter guts, get up in her mouth
I be on the Hutch
They just want me in the back, slaving
Cause they know, a nigga next up
Then I got right to the bag brazy
Now they knowing, that they messed up
Since a youngin I've been back breaking
Tell them bitches, hold they chest up
I ain't never got my bag taken, I was rolling with best of em
Niggas hate that I'm a player, uh
Tell yo bitch you see her later, uh
I could ask her for a favor, uh
Know she would like she, Jayda, Yea Yea
Hook
McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle
Born alone, I was made to struggle
Remember days I couldn't start the whip
Now I do it with a Push of a Button
Not tricked by the fame discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it
I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em
Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me
I'm who the vibes want to see
Bixteen, be the flee
I'm more concerned about the week
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on