SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY

[Intro: Lil Yachty]

Hrrt

Look, Crete

Mhm, huh

[Verse: Lil Yachty]

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

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

All this Chrome on my body like a medieval knight (Hmm)

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

All my ******* been official, even tote a pistol (Yeah)

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

I'll drip you down in crystals if I know you're real (Mwah)

How you geekin' out your body off a pink pill?

I caught you lyin;, tell me and I'll **** with you still (Damn)

I't so many properties I bought, I'm king of the hill

**** nigga need to learn his place, 'fore we put 'em in it (Yeah)

Steppin' and swaggin', I'm runnin' shit, I might run for senate (Huh)

I got a ***** up in the kitchen, wearin' them coochie cutters (Yeah)

Free my doggy out that cell, straight up out the gutter (Sweet)

Been them niggas ever since the position needed fillin'

And I fear I didn't see it, it was just me and Dylan (See)

You see, it was just me and Justin (Drive)

Grippin' her hair while she talkin', might give her concussion (Yeah)

I don't like discussions (Damn), I'm too rich for fussin' (Exactly)

Look her dead in her eyes and have that ***** bustin' (Yeah)

I ain't ever cuffin' (Yeah)

If my corner baby die, he psyched out, still (Yeah)

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

I put paint on my nails, ******* ****in' still (Still)

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

Lifestyle shit get twisted, I been livin' shady (Creep)

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

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

I try anything once, the lifestyle YOLO

I don't wanna be posted on the blogs, I don't wanna answer calls

I did this shit for my dawgs, 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 *****

I was flyin' Air Drake, so I was takin' that switch (Brrt)

*****, yeah

They gave me M's at eighteen, ain't know what to do (Yeah)

I **** a sack up at a jeweler, I was goin' stupid (Oh)

Fell in love with a teller, I don't know cupid

Gotta tell my stepper "No'," 'cause he'll really do it (Brrt)

Anywhere, everywhere, he don't give a damn

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

My memory bad, so I'm ****in baby on cam' (Mhm)

Bottega coat, I copped, R.I.P to couple M's (Yeah)

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

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

[Outro: Lil Yachty]

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