Steve Austin (with Young Dolph)
(It's Jason Rich, baby)
Got a Phantom 'cause I always wanted one
Picked a magazine up, I was on the front (get it!)
Pipe your girl and her friends, that's a five-on-one
Hit the Gravy stroke, hole in one
Got a drop DeVille 'cause I always wanted one (yeah)
I looked her in her eyes and lied, said, "You my only one" (sike)
Hardtop Seville because I always wanted one (ooh)
Blue rocks in the Richard Mille, bitch, that's a one-of-one (it's dope)
Popped off, only took a sec
I'm the Easter bunny, carats on my neck
Pop, lock, drop, make 'em hit the deck
Drop my top while I'm gettin' neck
I feel like I'm Wu-Tang, I'm protected
Ran into your boo thing, she got rejected
That's just how I do things, and they respect it
Dropkick, Liu Kang
Bitch, I'm flossin', yeah
Cold stone wrist with the frostin'
Gravy stone cold, Steve Austin
Pullin' up with your ho' 'cause I'm saucin' like Steve Austin
Bitch, I been flossin'
That's my shit, come get your bitch
She lurkin' but she ain't slick
She tryna get a grip (whoa)
'Scuse me, ma'am, that's my dick (whoa)
I feel like I'm Boyardee, Gravy get it sauced up
I stopped fuckin' with the scene, then I came and popped up
I'ma help you out, buddy boy, I'ma floss, yeah
Stank bitch, shorty smell like an opossum
I'm drippin' ho' (drippin'), daddy Fiji (drippin', yeah)
So damn clean, pop a squeegee
Got the funk, I'm the rap game Bee Gees
Raspberry wrist all blue like the freezie
Bitch, I'm flossin', yeah
Cold stone wrist with the frostin'
Gravy stone cold, Steve Austin
Pullin' up with your ho' 'cause I'm saucin' like Steve Austin
Bitch, I been flossin'
I just wanna hit one time, yeah, one and done (ah)
Skinny jeans, but my pockets on Big Pun (ah)
I rolled the blunt and put a perky-erky on her tongue (yuh)
After I fuck her, I'ma fuck her friend, then I'm done (done)
Stuff a hundred in the box, finnit, that's a bomb (woo)
Havin' big cake, but I can't give a bitch a crumb (uh-uh)
Bought my mom a mansion 'cause she always wanted one (for real, though)
Dolph, you 'pposed to do that shit, you her oldest son (for real, though)
Before rap, I hit the trap and I made a ton (for real, though)
I made a lot of guala before I ever made a song (ha)
I'm from the streets, I smoke blunts, I don't smoke out a bong (it's dope)
Got naked pictures of your bitch in my cellphone
Got a Phantom 'cause I always wanted one
Picked a magazine up, I was on the front (get it!)
Pipe your girl and her friends, that's a five-on-one
Hit the Gravy stroke, hole in one
Got a drop DeVille 'cause I always wanted one (yeah)
I looked her in her eyes and lied, said, "You my only one" (sike)
Hardtop Seville because I always wanted one (ooh)
Blue rocks in the Richard Mille, bitch, that's a one-of-one (it's dope)
Popped off, only took a sec
I'm the Easter bunny, carats on my neck
Pop, lock, drop, make 'em hit the deck
Drop my top while I'm gettin' neck
I feel like I'm Wu-Tang, I'm protected
Ran into your boo thing, she got rejected
That's just how I do things, and they respect it
Dropkick, Liu Kang
Bitch, I'm flossin', yeah
Cold stone wrist with the frostin'
Gravy stone cold, Steve Austin
Pullin' up with your ho' 'cause I'm saucin' like Steve Austin
Bitch, I been flossin'
That's my shit, come get your bitch
She lurkin' but she ain't slick
She tryna get a grip (whoa)
'Scuse me, ma'am, that's my dick (whoa)
I feel like I'm Boyardee, Gravy get it sauced up
I stopped fuckin' with the scene, then I came and popped up
I'ma help you out, buddy boy, I'ma floss, yeah
Stank bitch, shorty smell like an opossum
I'm drippin' ho' (drippin'), daddy Fiji (drippin', yeah)
So damn clean, pop a squeegee
Got the funk, I'm the rap game Bee Gees
Raspberry wrist all blue like the freezie
Bitch, I'm flossin', yeah
Cold stone wrist with the frostin'
Gravy stone cold, Steve Austin
Pullin' up with your ho' 'cause I'm saucin' like Steve Austin
Bitch, I been flossin'
I just wanna hit one time, yeah, one and done (ah)
Skinny jeans, but my pockets on Big Pun (ah)
I rolled the blunt and put a perky-erky on her tongue (yuh)
After I fuck her, I'ma fuck her friend, then I'm done (done)
Stuff a hundred in the box, finnit, that's a bomb (woo)
Havin' big cake, but I can't give a bitch a crumb (uh-uh)
Bought my mom a mansion 'cause she always wanted one (for real, though)
Dolph, you 'pposed to do that shit, you her oldest son (for real, though)
Before rap, I hit the trap and I made a ton (for real, though)
I made a lot of guala before I ever made a song (ha)
I'm from the streets, I smoke blunts, I don't smoke out a bong (it's dope)
Got naked pictures of your bitch in my cellphone
Credits
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Dilip Venkatesh, Matthew Alan Crabtree, Matthew Hauri, Jason Michael Rich
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