SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY Lyrics
Look
Crete
Same n** 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 n** 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 n*** 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