Yung Fly Steppa

I'm a Yung Fly Steppa I want more
And they wasn't convinced until I stepped out in Dior
I Christian'ed my Loubs, now I'm bloody walking
Hit at his wheels, knock him down, Steve Hawkins
Catch him in traffic, he dropped, he was parking
My shawty a shooter call her Candice Parker
I'm in love with that green, this ain't tris, it's a garden
On my blue line shit, speaking Spanish, this agua
Uh Uh
Come for 150
GW on lockdown, they hit at his kidney
And if you want a line, it's gon cost you 150
If you tryna get tricky, then we can get tricky
If it's up and it's stuck, then that means that it's sticky
I ain't blooding or cripping, I'm keeping that blicky
If you ain't making sense, then I'm playing you 50
And you said it was za, but that pressure was iffy

Uh Uh
Niggas don't got pressure for real
When I go out to Cali, I'm smoking exotic, yeah we got that pressure for real
When I walked in the mall, I just bought the whole store
They said that was impressive for real
And a young nigga up and he all about his money, they said he been stepping for real
That boy ain't stressing no deal and most of these niggas ain't never seen a mil
I'm talking that shit and I'm walking that shit
And go send the addy my millions they flowing for real
And I'm really speeding like Lightning McQueen, yea we really toting for real
Drag race all on the freeway, that v8 engine it's blowing for real
You said you a man, say it with your chest
Yeah that's not a man, that's just a little ass girl
Niggas be dick biting having a jerk off
Niggas be hot go to work on the grill
Federal agents, they punching the clock, she crazy she making a big ass deal
But I already told her to do that cause me and my brother we hitting a lick for a mil
They calling me rock, paper, scissors
I'm cutting that paper cause bitch yeah you know that I rock a lot
I'm fluent in ASL, that's why I don't talk a lot
No PLR, my polo don't cap-a-lot
30 Or better, I came around with that baby
And I'm dropping shit out them shopping carts
I feel like I'm Unk, Imma make that boy walk it out
You said it's on sight, pussy, why you tryna talk it out
I'm popping a pill, spun his block, and got dizzy
I ain't talking to rats, I ain't talking to Minnie
And it's two niggas snitching, its Mickey and Minnie
These two P's in a pot cost 2K to get busy
I keep spinning the plug but I told him bear with me
Slide with that wood, I feel like a Grizzly
My sister and brother got sticks like I'm Timmy
Call his lil ass Mike Jones, niggas still tippin
She tryn eat up, I threw her a fork
Slide with that iron like I'm on a golf course
It don't matter how much that you give them
They greedy, them niggas gon come back and niggas gon want more
MT undefeated, lil nigga you don't want war
You more like a Youngboy, you hit off a cold sore
Tryn get to the bread, I feel like a doughboy
You think you legit, uh uh, no boy
I walk with a stick like I'm blind, my dog on my side, he thinks you a chew toy
He wanted clean, we served him that reroc
Throw his ass in the teapot, he came out a new boy
He got a wild ass mohawk, he feel like a Fatboy
And I got the Power, I feel like Tariq how
I'm up in the school trapping out like a frat boy
Brrrrrt, that's a Mac boy

I'm a Yung Fly Steppa I want more
And they wasn't convinced until I stepped out in Dior
I Christian'ed my Loubs, now I'm bloody walking
Hit at his wheels, knock him down, Steve Hawkins
Catch him in traffic, he dropped, he was parking
My shawty a shooter call her Candice Parker
I'm in love with that green, this ain't tris, it's a garden
On my blue line shit, speaking Spanish, this agua
Uh Uh
Come for 150
GW on lockdown, they hit at his kidney
And if you want a line, it's gon cost you 150
If you tryna get tricky, then we can get tricky
If it's up and it's stuck, then that means that it's sticky
I ain't blooding or cripping, I'm keeping that blicky
If you ain't making sense, then I'm playing you 50
And you said it was za, but that pressure was iffy



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Writer(s): Peris Missouri, Lul Ri
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