Dubstep - Danny Brown, Scrufizzer

I was thinking 'bout something, but I ain’t worried 'bout nothing

Remember when I was struggling, fucked up on my knuckles

Tryna sell some dirt weed, taxing off a ten speed

Money wasn’t coming, for sure nigga I kept fronting

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way

Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way

Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way

Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way

And I kept licking on that clit 'til she gave me that shit

I’ve been fucked up for so long, swear to God I gotta get it

I put my back into it, serving bags to them students

Tell 'em I got that fire on that porch right there by the Buick

I’m just tryna get my mind, go worry nigga 'bout yours

Rolling up that Swisher, pouring up a four

Serving in them hallways, the courtrooms all day

Hoods kicked the door down, now we in the Coney

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way

Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way

Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way

Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way

It’s the same old shit

Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up

It’s killing me, niggas wanna get rid of me

Cause I lyrically bust on the riddim, fill the room with humidity

Stick it in a manner, the heaviest rhythm banging out

Doubling my money getting my hustle in Canning Town

Listen up Danny Brown, I been doing this thing

Skipped in, then I come and lyrically assist 'em

(I had my dubs on the step)

I never stopped cause I sit in the booth, flipping the truth

While you’re running and chatting, thinking you’re realer than Screw

You ain’t so why you act, dummy, you think you bad, well that’s funny

I’m tryna get Maybach money, I’m a Mac Miller, spitting A$AP Rocky

I had them dubs on the step