[LYRIC] Lil Yachty – SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY MP3

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Lil Yachty SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY Lyrics

[Intro]
Brrt
Look, ‘crete
Mm, hmm

[Lil Yachty Verse]
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 (Hmm)
I was fuckin’ up a sack on that purple Sprite
Yeah, all my bitches been official, even tote a pistol (Yeah)
Even blow it like a whistle (Yeah), lie to officials (Yeah)
I’ll drip you down in crystals if I know you’re real (Mwah)
Have you geekin’ out your body off a pink pill

I caught you lyin’ to me and I 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

We been them niggas ever since the position needed fillin’
And I fear I didn’t see it, it was just me and Dylan (DC)
You see, it was just me and Justin (Draft)
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 never cuffin’ (Yeah)

Free my corner, baby dawg, 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 rap 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 Ms 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’ (Mm)
Bottega coat, I copped, R.I.P. to a couple lambs (Yeah)
That boy is not a kingpin, he sold a couple grams
He ain’t no gangster, grew up better than Adonis Graham

[Outro]
It’s us