Steppin’ On The Beat Lyrics – Yung Gravy
Singer: Yung Gravy
Title: Steppin’ On The Beat
Brrrr, bah, bah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hounds, make that sh#t slap)
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no, you can’t move me (Yeah)
3D, everybody see me (Yah, yah)
CD’s, pass ’em on sixth street
Beep beep, driving down Main Street
Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah)
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah)
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby, I’ve been drinking all night (All night)
I don’t gotta ride, so I’m gonna call a life line (Life line)
Auntie Anne, we ain’t blood related
So I fold her like a pretzel, b#tch, I’m going mental
Shawty surely giving brain call her Shirley Temple
If you need a bad b#tch you can get a rental
Riding with my dogs we be coolin’ in the kennel
Worldwide hoes call me Jimmy Contintental
‘Bout to eat it up and I ain’t even got utensils (No, no)
f#ck up in her mouth and now I’m f#cking with her dental (Yeah, yeah)
f#ckin’ on her throat now she got tonsillitis
Touch my dick once now I call the b#tch Midas (Woo, woo, woo)
Ayy, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick (Hoe)
Your mom know how to handle dick (Sheesh)
Jack got dimples, Jack be slick
Jack got jumped and he dropped all six (Ayy, ayy)
Like, ooh yeah, all six
Trap more wax than a candlestick
And he snagged your b#tch
And I’m Jack and I gave her that
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no, you can’t move me (Yeah)
3D, everybody see me (Yah, yah)
CD’s, pass ’em on sixth street
Beep beep, driving down Main Street
Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah)
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah)
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skeet skeet, put it on repeat
Bust on her face and her best friend retweet
Gravy take your b#tch and you ain’t gettin’ a receipt
Hit the hoe once then I ghost like a ouija
Bored, I be bored, I be feeling like a wh#re
I be looking at her eyes while she screaming out, “More”
On tour, I’m with Gravy, get your tickets at the door
Mi amor, I’m in love, give her kissety kiss
I got your b#tch licking lickety split (Woo)
I hit that sh#t to some Elliot Smith (Yah)
I’m in the Tesla, the miracle whip
And I got your b#tch sayin’, “Brrrr, bah, bah”
Calling out papa, feeling like a hot shot
m#th*rf#ck*rs want it but they never getting nada
Smoking in the hot box, stuck inside the f#ckin’ Lincoln tunnel
I could do it if I wanna but I’m drinking
What can I say, living today
Passing my blunt to my baby
She don’t even smoke but she hit that sh#t for me
We roll with my crew and we coming ’bout forty, I’m sipping
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no, you can’t move me (Yeah)
3D, everybody see me (Yah, yah)
CD’s, pass ’em on sixth street
Beep beep, driving down Main Street
Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah)
My girl walks out and she looks so good
You get knocked down but you can’t get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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