Steppin'
Fill up the meter I do it with ease
They steady be talking and copping em please
Shorty a kid ain't in my league
Cop me a rollie my wrist gon freeze
Thot in my eyes and I'm crossed might tease
Cop it in full I ain't paying no lease
Ain' from New York but yo shorty a treesh
Move like a king but I'm really a beast
Big Papi Tonsta
We getting lit off mimosas
She tell me she wanna see me on posters
Ima just do what I want to
She don't like me she love me like Sosa
Tryna be my esposa
I cannot go lil shorty a poser
(Aye, aye, aye, LOUMADE SHIT)
Bitch I'm a thot get me lit
Had to cop me a piece fore I cut off yo bitch
I cop me a foreign I ride in a Benz
I'm wanting the good life won't stop til end
No Kanye I'm living the good life
I'm the boss in this bitch call me Suge Knight
I can only get lit if the mood right
Smoking pressure it clog up my wind pipe, aye
Can't say Luh Tony and forget the Loumade
Bitch Ima blow like a grenade yeah yeah
My flow is sweeter than Kool-Aid
Hop on a beat now it's wavy like pomade yeah
If I'm going out I ain't coming back sober
So much fun yeah we some young stoners
I got vet lungs shit ain't mediocre
Pull the right cards cause life is like poker
Fill up the meter I do it with ease
They steady be talking and copping em please
Shorty a kid ain't in my league
Cop me a rollie my wrist gon freeze
Thot in my eyes and I'm crossed might tease
Cop it in full I ain't paying no lease
Ain' from New York but yo shorty a treesh
Move like a king but I'm really a beast
Push me to the limit
Let's see who really tryna get it
I'm sending shots up at your fitted
Hold on make sure you know who did it
Yeah it's J.Q. in the building
Stand on my 2 and I'm breaking the ceiling
Yo girl on my phone and she all in her feelings
I cannot stop til I'm standing on millions
Hold on
You know what it is
You know what it was
Man I'm the king of this shit
I be killin' it for fun
We in the Lou gettin jiggy
Hunnids
Fifties
Throw it up
Litty
Now she dancing like she Chingy
Fill up the meter I do it with ease
They steady be talking and copping em please
Shorty a kid ain't in my league
Cop me a rollie my wrist gon freeze
Thot in my eyes and I'm crossed might tease
Cop it in full I ain't paying no lease
Ain' from New York but yo shorty a treesh
Move like a king but I'm really a beast
They steady be talking and copping em please
Shorty a kid ain't in my league
Cop me a rollie my wrist gon freeze
Thot in my eyes and I'm crossed might tease
Cop it in full I ain't paying no lease
Ain' from New York but yo shorty a treesh
Move like a king but I'm really a beast
Big Papi Tonsta
We getting lit off mimosas
She tell me she wanna see me on posters
Ima just do what I want to
She don't like me she love me like Sosa
Tryna be my esposa
I cannot go lil shorty a poser
(Aye, aye, aye, LOUMADE SHIT)
Bitch I'm a thot get me lit
Had to cop me a piece fore I cut off yo bitch
I cop me a foreign I ride in a Benz
I'm wanting the good life won't stop til end
No Kanye I'm living the good life
I'm the boss in this bitch call me Suge Knight
I can only get lit if the mood right
Smoking pressure it clog up my wind pipe, aye
Can't say Luh Tony and forget the Loumade
Bitch Ima blow like a grenade yeah yeah
My flow is sweeter than Kool-Aid
Hop on a beat now it's wavy like pomade yeah
If I'm going out I ain't coming back sober
So much fun yeah we some young stoners
I got vet lungs shit ain't mediocre
Pull the right cards cause life is like poker
Fill up the meter I do it with ease
They steady be talking and copping em please
Shorty a kid ain't in my league
Cop me a rollie my wrist gon freeze
Thot in my eyes and I'm crossed might tease
Cop it in full I ain't paying no lease
Ain' from New York but yo shorty a treesh
Move like a king but I'm really a beast
Push me to the limit
Let's see who really tryna get it
I'm sending shots up at your fitted
Hold on make sure you know who did it
Yeah it's J.Q. in the building
Stand on my 2 and I'm breaking the ceiling
Yo girl on my phone and she all in her feelings
I cannot stop til I'm standing on millions
Hold on
You know what it is
You know what it was
Man I'm the king of this shit
I be killin' it for fun
We in the Lou gettin jiggy
Hunnids
Fifties
Throw it up
Litty
Now she dancing like she Chingy
Fill up the meter I do it with ease
They steady be talking and copping em please
Shorty a kid ain't in my league
Cop me a rollie my wrist gon freeze
Thot in my eyes and I'm crossed might tease
Cop it in full I ain't paying no lease
Ain' from New York but yo shorty a treesh
Move like a king but I'm really a beast
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Mosby Ii, Anthony Mosby
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