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 (yeah-yeah) CD's, pass 'em on Sixth Street Beep, beep, drivin' down Main Street Steppin' 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 Steppin' 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 drinkin' all night (all night) I don't gotta ride, so I'm gonna call a lifeline (lifeline) Auntie Anne, we ain't blood related So I fold her like a pretzel, bitch, I'm goin' mental Shawty surely givin' brain, call her Shirley Temple (brr) If you need a bad bitch you can get a rental Ridin' with my dogs, we be coolin' in the kennel Worldwide hoes, call me Jimmy Continental 'Bout to eat it up, and I ain't even got utensils (no, no) Fuck up in her mouth, and now I'm fuckin' 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 (hoe) 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 Huh, 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 (yeah-yeah) CD's, pass 'em on Sixth Street Beep, beep, drivin' down Main Street Steppin' 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 Steppin' 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 hoe once, then I ghost like a Ouija Bored, I be bored, I be feelin' like a whore I be lookin' 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 lickin' lickety-split (woo) I hit that shit to some Elliott Smith (yeah) I'm in the Tesla, the miracle whip (damn) And I got your bitch sayin', "Brrah-bah-bah" Callin' out, pop off, feelin' like a hot shot Motherfuckers want it, but they never gettin' nada Smokin' in the hot box, stuck inside the fuckin' Lincoln tunnel I could do it if I wanna, but I'm drinkin' What can I say? Livin' today Passin' my blunt to my baby She don't even smoke, but she hit that shit for me We roll with my crew, and we comin' 'bout 40, I'm sippin' Skeet, skeet, throw it on repeat Concrete, no, you can't move me (yeah) 3D, everybody see me (yeah-yeah) CD's, pass 'em on Sixth Street Beep, beep, drivin' down Main Street Steppin' 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)