Steve Austin

Yung Brando, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah
Woah, yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Fatal, zip, yeah, aye
Woah

Yeah, Stunna man Stunna man
Stunna Steve Austin
Money color green like I'm Boston
Scoring with your bitch, playing offense
Got a bad bitch thick from the tropics
Number one in the nation I got offers
I'm sonning these niggas, no toddlers huh
Show you how to a baller

Yeah you gotta watch out cause you know they quick to cross you
Get to spazzing out like I lost it
Better stand down it's a problem
Make the wrong move get to sparking
Riding for the fam cause I got em
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Follow the one trail to the paper
New swag connoisseur, the creator
Niggas know when I make moves that shit major
I pull up with ten hoes like I'm Flavor
Better watch me with your bitch cause I'm player
Nonchalant with these hoes, don't care
Nigga try the fam, wish a nigga wood
Pussy nigga wouldn't dare
Huh, huh, huh
I air this bitch out like Cannon with the drum
Goyard filled with only hun-dons
In this stack bitch you won't find a one
I remember days having none
Now I got it, nigga getting the funds

Yeah, Stunna man Stunna man
Stunna Steve Austin
Money color green like I'm Boston
Scoring with your bitch, playing offense
Got a bad bitch thick from the tropics
Number one in the nation I got offers
I'm sonning these niggas, no toddlers huh
Show you how to a baller



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Writer(s): Shaun Holt
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