Yung Gravy & TrippythaKid - Steppin On The Beat

Brrah-bah-bah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
(Hounds make that shit slap)

Skeet, skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no, you can't move me
3D, everybody see me
CDs, pass them on sixth street
Beep beep, driving down Main Street

Stepping on the beat, brrah-bah-bah
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, brrah-bah-bah
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 got a ride, so I'm gonna call a lifeline
Auntie Anne, we ain't blood related
So I fold her like a pretzel, -, I'm going mental

Shawty surely giving brain, call her Shirley Temple
If you need a bad -, you can get a rental
Riding with my dogs, we be coolin' in the kennel
Worldwide -, call me Jimmy Continental

'Bout to eat it up, I ain't even got utensils
Up in her mouth, now I'm - with her dental



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