Steppin On The Beat Lyrics by Yung Gravy & TrippythaKid
Skeet-skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no you can’t move me
3D, everybody see me
CD’s, pass ’em on 6th Street
Beep-beep, driving down Main Street
Stepping on the beat
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up
Skeet-skeet, throw it on repeat
Stepping on the beat
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up
Baby, I’ve been drinking all night
I don’t gotta ride
So I’m gonna call a life line
Auntie Anne
We ain’t blood related so I fold her like a pretzel
Bitch, I’m going mental
Shawty surely giving brain, call her Shirley Temple
If you need a bad bitch, you can get a rental
Riding with my dogs, we be coolin’ in the kennel
Worldwide hoes, call me Jimmy Contintental
‘Bout to eat it up and I ain’t even got utensils
Fuck her in her mouth and now I’m fuckin’ with her dental
Fuckin’ on her throat, now she’s got tonsillitis
Touch my dick once, now I call the bitch Midas
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Yo mom know how to handle dick
Jack got dimples, Jack be slick
Jack got jumped and he dropped all six
Like ooh, yeah, all six
Trap more wax than a candlestick
And he snagged yo bitch
And I’m Jack and I gave her that
Skeet-skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no you can’t move me
3D, everybody see me
CD’s, pass ’em on 6th Street
Beep-beep driving down Main Street
Stepping on the beat
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up
Skeet-skeet, throw it on repeat
Stepping on the beat
My girl walks out an she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up
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
Board, I be bored, I be feeling like a whore
I be looking at her eyes while she screaming out more
On tour
I’m with Gravy, get yo tickets at the door
Mi amor, I’m in love, give her kissity-kiss
I got your bitch lickin’, lickity-split
I hit that shit to some Elliot Smith
I’m in the Tesla, the miracle whip
And I got your bitch sayin’
Calling out papa, feeling like a hot shot
Motherfuckers want it but they never getting nada
Smoking in the hot box
Stuck inside the fuckin’ Lincoln tunnel
I could do it if I wanna but I’m drinking
What can I say, living today
Passing my blunt to my baby
She don’t even smoke but she hit that shit for me
We roll with my crew and we coming with forty, I’m sipping
Skeet-skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no you can’t move me
3D, everybody see me
CD’s, pass ’em on 6th Street
Beep-beep, driving down Main Street
Stepping on the beat
My girl walks out an she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up