Yung Gravy, Young Dolph - Steve Austin lyrics

(It's Jason Rich, baby)

Got a Phantom 'cause I always wanted one
Picked a magazine up, I was on the front
(Get it) pipe your girl and her friends
That's a five-on-one
Hit the Gravy stroke, hole in one

Got a drop Chevelle 'cause
I always wanted one (yeah)
I looked her in her eyes and lied, said
"You my only one" (Sike)
Hardtop Chevelle because I always wanted one
(O oh) blue rocks in the Richard Mille
That's a one-of-onе (It's dope)

Popped off, only took a sec
I'm thе Easter bunny, carats on my neck
Pop, lock, drop, make em hit the deck
Drop my top while I'm gettin' neck
I feel like I'm Wu Tang, I'm protected
Ran into your boo-thang, she got rejected
That's just how I do thangs
And they respect it dropkick, Liu Kang

Bitch, I'm flossin' (Yuh)
Cold Stone wrist with the frosting
Gravy Stone Cold Steve Austin
Pullin' up with your hoe 'cause I'm saucin'
Like Steve Austin bitch, I been flossin'

This my shit come get your bitch
She lurkin' but she ain't slick
She tryna get a grip, woah
Excuse me ma'am that's my dick (Woah)
I feel like I'm Boyardee
Gravy get it sauced up
I stopped fucking with the scene
Then I came and popped up
I'ma help you out, buddy boy, I'ma floss ya
Stank bitch, shawty smell like an opossum
I'm drippin', hoe
(Drippin') , daddy Fiji (Drippin')
So damn clean, papa squeegee
Got the funk, I'm the rap game Bee Gees
Raspberry wrist all blue, like the freezie

Bitch, I'm flossin' (Yuh)
Cold Stone wrist with the frosting
Gravy Stone Cold Steve Austin
Pullin' up with your hoe 'cause I'm saucin'
Like Steve Austin bitch, I been flossin'

I just wanna hit one time, yeah, one and done
(Ah)
Skinny jeans but my pockets on Big Pun (Ah)
I rolled the blunt and put
A perky-erky on her tongue (Yuh)
After I fuck her, I'ma fuck her friend
Then I'm done (Gone)
Stuff a hunned in the box finnit
That's a bond (Woo)
Having big cake
But I can't give a bitch a crumb (Uh, uh)
Bought my mom a mansion 'cause
She always wanted one (For real, though)
Dolph, you supposed to do that shit
You her oldest son (For real, though)
Before rap, I hit the trap and I made a ton
(For real, though)
I made a lot of guala before
I ever made a song (Ha)
I'm from the streets, I smoke blunts
I don't smoke out a bong (It's Dolph)
Got naked pictures of your
Bitch in my cellphone