SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY

Look

Crete

Same **** breakin' down hoes left and right (Yeah)

I was countin' up a M on a private flight (Yeah)

All this chrome on my body like a medieval knight

I was fuckin' up a sack on that purple Sprite (Yeah)

All my bitches beneficial, even tote a pistol (Yeah)

Even blow it like a whistle, lie to officials (Yeah, yeah)

I'll drop you down in crystals if I know you're real

Have ya geekin' out your body off a pink pill

I caught you lying to me and I fuck with you still (Damn)

So many properties I bought, I'm king of the hill

Fuck **** need to learn his place 'fore we put him in it (Yeah)

Steppin' and swangin', I'm runnin' shit, I might run for senate

I got a bitch up in that kitchen wearin' them coochie cutters (Yeah)

Free my doggie out that cell, straight up out that gutter

We been them **** every since the position needed filling

In that field, I didn't see ya It was just me and Dillion (DC)

It was just me and Justin (Draft)

Grippin' her hair while she top me, might give her a concussion (Yeah)

I don't like discussions (Damn)

I'm too rich for fussin' (Exactly)

Look her dead in her eyes and have that pussy bussin' (Yeah)

I ain't never cuffin' (Yeah)

Free my corner, baby doggie psyched out still (Yeah)

Your baby daddy broke, no need for him to write a will (Yeah)

I put paint on my nails, bitches fuckin' still (Still)

It's old money in my bank that I'm spending still (Yeah)

Lifestyle, shit get twisted, I been livin' shady

I been beatin' up that sack like I'm Devin Haney (Beat it)

I don't need a rap friend, I'ma step solo (Facts)

I try anything once, the life style YOLO

I don't wanna be posted on the blogs

I don't wanna answer calls

I did this shit for my dogs

I just beat up the mall

I just beat up my wrist

I was duckin' IRS

I was takin' that risk

I was takin' that bitch

I was flyin' Air Drake

So I was takin' that switch

Bitch (Yeah)

They gave me M's at eighteen, didn't know what to do

I fucked a sack up at the jeweler, I was goin' stupid

Fell in love with the teller, I don't know Cupid

Gotta tell my stepper, no, 'cause he'll really do it

Anywhere, everywhere, he don't give a damn

Empty the clip, reload the clip, we call it slight of hand (Yeah)

My memory bad, so I'm fuckin' baby on cam

Bottega coat I copped, RIP'd a couple Lambs (Yeah)

That boy is not a kingpin, he sold a couple grams

He ain't no gangster, grew up better then Adonis Graham