Steppa Pig

(Check) Uncut with that top side (style) My brain fried, don't do drugs Had two plugs, one just died (style) I'm up late, no talk show Things pop up, we duck low (everything about JPEGs, I like) Talk with a hoe, had a bank roll Shop 'nother clothes if you wearin' it slow Ain't no way, y'all niggas never did shit for me (shit for me) Gave up off their stock, had the recipe (the recipe) Nah, I do this for my legacy (my legacy) Pop off with my dawg, I need an extra three You ain't never seen no things, I use most everything Make you wanna branch out and say fuck everything (uh-uh) But stuck to it like contract, no control, no ice pack I ask the bitch, "Do you like that?" (Do you like that?) My young nigga stеp for me Like Mo Bamba in the paint (gеt to steppin') You don't know shit about me, nigga, who is yo' man? Brown, got a one extra like the, BBC White girls all on me, for the- Love (love), my dick could roll it up Make her real like Whitney in the bathtub, satisfied (style) I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip Niggas pocket watchin', all within my wallet Just keep it on the hush, hush Hang tough, they ain't like us Just hang yourself if you need help Uh, back in this bitch with the dope She backin' it up for a gram Baby, I cannot do nothin' with hope I'ma try molly and Xans Been tryin' get me to ghost, boy, you ain't Kai One Twitch and you banned 90 degrees for a coat, hoe and I ain't showin' my hands Uh, I make it harder to breathe My Kimber like my emotions I keep 'em both in 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 teams Y'all rap like replacements 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 ain't know her worth," and I draft apologies (fuck) Uh, check it out, man, look (step it) Uh, 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 Goten 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 talkin', broke as hell Just mad people love me for me Why they still put on a front and nobody knows them? 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, I'm borin' I don't fuck with you niggas like Hogan Trigger finger just be glitchin' this program I ain't takin' disrespect from no man Niggas rap 'bout guns, don't own 'em Y'all sippin' liquor, you can't even hold it I'm takin' shots everyday like DeRozan (yee, yee, molly water)