Steppa Pig

(Check)

Uncut with that top side (style)

My brain fried, don't do drugs

Had two plugs, one just died (style)

I'm up late, no talk show

Things pop up, we duck low (everything about JPEGs, I like)

Talk with a hoe, had a bank roll

Shop 'nother clothes if you wearin' it slow

Ain't no way, y'all niggas never did shit for me (shit for me)

Gave up off their stock, had the recipe (the recipe)

Nah, I do this for my legacy (my legacy)

Pop off with my dawg, I need an extra three

You ain't never seen no things, I use most everything

Make you wanna branch out and say fuck everything (uh-uh)

But stuck to it like contract, no control, no ice pack

I ask the bitch, "Do you like that?" (Do you like that?)

My young nigga stеp for me

Like Mo Bamba in the paint (gеt to steppin')

You don't know shit about me, nigga, who is yo' man?

Brown, got a one extra like the, BBC

White girls all on me, for the-

Love (love), my dick could roll it up

Make her real like Whitney in the bathtub, satisfied (style)

I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip

Niggas pocket watchin', all within my wallet

Just keep it on the hush, hush

Hang tough, they ain't like us

Just hang yourself if you need help

Uh, back in this bitch with the dope

She backin' it up for a gram

Baby, I cannot do nothin' with hope

I'ma try molly and Xans

Been tryin' get me to ghost, boy, you ain't Kai

One Twitch and you banned

90 degrees for a coat, hoe and I ain't showin' my hands

Uh, I make it harder to breathe

My Kimber like my emotions

I keep 'em both in my sleeve

I need more time to myself

I don't need advice, I just need to be

Back in this bitch, what's the issue?

You bitches ain't barkin' when you off the leash

Fuck 'em

Uh, they don't got nothin' for me

It's like I been workin' for crumbs

Now I'm feelin' free as my speech

Colin Kaep', I'm a free agent

Cap the salary, free up my teams

Y'all rap like replacements

They can't find a replacement for me

When I stalk your page and I see you livin' life respectfully

And I tell myself, "You ain't know her worth," and I draft apologies (fuck)

Uh, check it out, man, look (step it)

Uh, these niggas act like I owe them

These niggas be dickridin' for grown-ass men

That don't even know them

They don't even come outside

Don't ever see mans late night like Conan

They off of that 2chan high

Incels just can't let it go like Frozen

Bet if I let off these shots, no games

You finna just dance like Goten

White people love makin' excuses and bitchin'

I guess it's what culture is for them

You know that this shit don't stop

Black men that hate me, usually talkin', broke as hell

Just mad people love me for me

Why they still put on a front and nobody knows them?

Don't like when I talk like this? (Nah)

'Cause they know that this shit is for them

These crackers love talkin' 'bout me

And actin' like it's my job to ignore them

Bitch, please (please), still rich, still pretty, still tourin'

Still lit, still gritty, I'm borin'

I don't fuck with you niggas like Hogan

Trigger finger just be glitchin' this program

I ain't takin' disrespect from no man

Niggas rap 'bout guns, don't own 'em

Y'all sippin' liquor, you can't even hold it

I'm takin' shots everyday like DeRozan (yee, yee, molly water)