Steppin On The Beat

Brrah-bah-bah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Hounds, make that shit slap)

Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat

Concrete, no, you can't move me (yeah)

3D, everybody see me (nuh-uh)

CDs, pass 'em on 6th Street

Beep, beep, driving down Main Street

Stepping on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)

My girl walks out and she looks so good

You get knocked down but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat

Stepping on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)

My girl walks out and she looks so good

You get knocked down but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Baby, I've been drinking all night (all night)

I don't gotta ride, so I'm gonna call a life line (life line)

Auntie Anne, we ain't blood related

So I fold her like a pretzel, bitch, I'm going mental

Shawty surely giving brain, call her Shirley Temple

If you need a bad bitch, you can get a rental

Riding with my dogs, we be coolin' in the kennel

Worldwide hoes, call me Jimmy Contintental

'Bout to eat it up and I ain't even got utensils (no, no)

Fuck up in her mouth and now I'm fucking with her dental (yeah, yeah)

Fuckin' on her throat, now she got tonsillitis

Touch my dick once, now I call the bitch Midas (woo, woo, woo)

Ayy, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick (ho)

Your mom know how to handle dick (sheesh)

Jack got dimples, Jack be slick

Jack got jumped and he dropped all six (ayy, ayy)

Like ooh, yeah, all six

Trap more wax than a candlestick

And he snagged your bitch

And I'm Jack and I gave her that

Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat

Concrete, no, you can't move me (yeah)

3D, everybody see me (nuh-uh)

CDs, pass 'em on 6th Street

Beep, beep, driving down Main Street

Stepping on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)

My girl walks out and she looks so good

You get knocked down but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat

Stepping on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)

My girl walks out and she looks so good

You get knocked down but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Skeet, skeet, put it on repeat

Bust on her face and her best friend retweet

Gravy take your bitch and you ain't gettin' a receipt

Hit the ho once then I ghost like a ouija

Bored, I be bored, I be feeling like a whore

I be looking at her eyes while she screamin' out, "More"

On tour, I'm with Gravy, get your tickets at the door

Mi amor, I'm in love, give her kissety kiss

I got your bitch licking lickety-split (woo)

I hit that shit to some Elliott Smith (yah)

I'm in the Tesla, the miracle whip (damn)

And I got your bitch sayin', "Brrah-bah-bah"

Calling out, pop off, feeling like a hot shot

Motherfuckers want it but they never getting nada

Smoking in the hot box, stuck inside the fuckin' Lincoln tunnel

I could do it if I wanna but I'm drinking

What can I say, living today

Passing my blunt to my baby

She don't even smoke but she hit that shit for me

We roll with my crew and we coming 'bout forty

I'm sipping

Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat

Concrete, no, you can't move me (yeah)

3D, everybody see me (nuh-uh)

CDs, pass 'em on 6th Street

Beep, beep, driving down Main Street

Stepping on the beat, brrah-bah-bah (yeah)

My girl walks out and she looks so good

You get knocked down but you can't get up (yeah, yeah, yeah)