Steppa Pig

歌詞

Check Uncut with the topside (Style) My brain fried, don't do drugs Had two plugs, one just died (Style) I'm up late, no talk show Fiends pop up, who got blow (Everything about JPEGs, I like) Socks with a hole, had a bank roll Shop never close even when it's slow Ain't no way, y'all niggas never did shit for me (Shit for me) Came up off that stove had the recipe (The recipe) Now I do this for my legacy (My legacy) Cop four from my dog, gave me an extra three You ain't never seen no pain, 'til you lost everything Make you wanna crash out and say fuck everything (Uh-uh) But stuck to it like fly traps, no pockets swole, no ice packs Now ask your bitch, "Do you like that?" (Do you like that?) My young niggas step for me, like Cole, Tommy, and Pam (Get to steppin') You don't know shit bout me, nigga, who is your man's? Brown, gotta one extra like the BBC White girls all me on me, for that- Love, my nigga, roll it up They career like Whitney in the bathtub Sad as fuck I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip Niggas pocket watchin', all up in my wallet Just keep it on the hush, hush You ain't tough, ain't like us So be yourself before you need help Uh, back in this bitch with the dope, she backin' it up for a gram Baby, I cannot do nothing with hope, I'ma try molly and xans They tried to get me to ghost, boy, you ain't Kai, one twitch and you banned Ninety degrees with a coat, ho, and I ain't showin' my hands Uh, I make it harder to breathe My Kimber like my emotions, I keep 'em both up my sleeve I need more time to myself, I don't need advice, I just need to be Back in this bitch, what's the issue? You bitches ain't barkin' when you off the leash, fuck 'em Uh, they don't got nothin' for me It's like I been workin' for crumbs, now I'm feelin' free as my speech Colin Kaep', I'm a free agent, cap the salary, free up my team Y'all rap like replacements, but they can't find a replacement for me When I stalk your page and I see you livin' life respectfully And I tell myself, "You didn't know her worth," and I draft apologies (Fuck) Uh, check it out, man, look (Step it) These niggas act like I owe them These niggas be dickridin' for grown-ass men that don't even know them They don't even come outside, don't ever see mans late night like Conan They off of that 2chan high, incels just can't let it go like Frozen Bet if I let off these shots, no games, you finna just dance like Gotenks White people love makin' excuses and bitchin', I guess it's what culture is for them You know that this shit don't stop Black men that hate me usually tokens Broke as hell just mad people love me for me Why they still put on a front and still nobody knows them? They don't like when I talk like this? (Nah) 'Cause they know that this shit is for them These crackers love talkin' 'bout me and actin' like it's my job to ignore them Bitch, please (Please), still rich, still pretty, still tourin' Still lit, still gritty, y'all boring I don't fuck with you niggas like Hogan Trigger finger just be glitchin', it's programmed I ain't take disrespect from no man Niggas rap 'bout guns, don't own 'em Y'all sippin' liquor, you can't even hold in I'm takin' shots everyday like DeRozan (Yee, yee, molly water)