Lil Yachty - SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty - SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY lyrics]
Brrt look, Crete
Mm, hm
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 (Hm-m)
I was fuckin' up a sack on that purple Sprite
(yeah) all my bitches 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 fuck with you still (Damn)
So many properties I bought
I'm king of the hill
Fuck 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 bitch 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 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 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
Bitches fuckin' 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 bitch
I was flyin' Air Drake
So I was takin' that switch (Brrt)
Bitch, yeah they gave me M's at eighteen
Ain't know what to do (yeah)
I fuck 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 fuckin' baby on cam'
(Mhm)
Bottega coat, I copped, RIP 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
It's us
Mm, hm
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 (Hm-m)
I was fuckin' up a sack on that purple Sprite
(yeah) all my bitches 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 fuck with you still (Damn)
So many properties I bought
I'm king of the hill
Fuck 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 bitch 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 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 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
Bitches fuckin' 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 bitch
I was flyin' Air Drake
So I was takin' that switch (Brrt)
Bitch, yeah they gave me M's at eighteen
Ain't know what to do (yeah)
I fuck 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 fuckin' baby on cam'
(Mhm)
Bottega coat, I copped, RIP 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
It's us