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)