How Steph

Aye Aye
Gang

How Steph gon come on this bitch
Just met her and I'm fuckin this bitch
Had to X him out that ain't my brother no more that nigga a snitch
Not saying ima fiend but I had to stop taking them percs they gave me an itch
Blow a bag at Saks and the Gucci store no more Abercrombie and Fitch

How Steph gon get this shit right
FN on me I'm not finna fight
Supercharged hellcat not stopping for twelve do the dash on them red and blue lights
Three bitches on me and they all on X finna be one hell of a night
She took a plan B nah I ain't pull out gah damn that pussy was tight

How Steph make shit look easy
Blue strips only thing that please me
I love cuban links so I hit Icebox to make my neck look freezy
Girl take it off yea I'm tryna fuck nah ion really like when they tease me
Take care of my fam say fuck the rest cuz they only ones that need me

How Steph got all this cash
My lil bitch got to much ass
Don't worry I ain't gon crash tell her strap up now cuz this shit fast
Yea this shit fast we slide on opps and then we do the dash
Walking chandelier my jewels shine bright so ain't no need for flash

How Steph just having his way
Gucci down on a regular day
My girl get home and her pussy wet cuz he sing like Marvin Gaye
I ain't cuffing no hoe just fuck em and pass never see me buy a bouquet
Man Steph a bitch that nigga ain't rich that's all his haters say

How Steph get rich as fuck
All skill none this shit luck
Keep killers round me don't be a dummy cuz all our weapons tucked
Ain't none of our chains on tuck you reach my dogs will be running amuck
No scope on this but extended clip so it's probably best you duck

How Steph just counting these rolls
Four-five to his head and he froze
Keep a stick clip like a light pole front his move and now he ain't breathing no more
Just fuckin these hoes never did give a fuck about relationship goals
Like he tryna clean up snot my dawg gon come and wipe your nose



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Writer(s): Stephen Ukot
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