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)