Your Stepdad - Unlimited lyrics

Yeah, ayy, huh

Yeah, we get high, we get
Huh, yeah, put up a fight with a chap like me
I don't got hands for a biting ass
Nigga that's still tryna rap like me
Bitch running her mouth like Yeezy
I thought I had signed for peace
Shorty ain't going for none of my games
She say you can't clap my cheeks
I wasn't ready for that

Damn, should've been ready for that, huh
And I'm top line off the brookies
Couple weak bitches wanna cook me
Letting hype die for my snippet
When it's drop time, I'm a pussy
(yeah, okay, ayy)
And I don't give a damn what the
White man say 'cause if God will
I might without 'em
That young buck counting up bucks
So I can't get blue like Chowder
Wait, I meant blue like pops
Underground star, I'm new on pops
I'm really a scared ass nigga
I'll hire somebody to handle the opps

Yeah, uh, put up a fight with a chap like me
I don't got hands for a biting ass
Nigga that's still tryna rap like me
Bitch running her mouth like Yeezy
I thought I had (Uh, ayy)
Hmm, we get high, we get
Ayy, look, put up a fight with a chap like me
I don't got hands for a biting ass
Nigga that's still tryna rap like me
Bitch running her mouth like Yeezy
I thought I had signed for peace
Shorty ain't going for none of my games
She say you can't clap my cheeks
I wasn't ready for (yeah, okay, hmm, bitch)