STEPBROTHERS (Explicit)

STEPBROTHERS (Explicit) - 21 Savage/Young Nudy

Lyrics by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Edwin Maclin Cooper III/Quantavious Tavario Thomas/Michael Masser

Composed by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Edwin Maclin Cooper III/Quantavious Tavario Thomas/Michael Masser

Produced by：Coupe

50 million up

I ain't sell my catalog 'cause I got real guts

Quit drinkin' but I got some guap seals tucked

I'm a player I can't pay no ***** to let me ****

But I'll look out for her if she need a couple bucks

Mossberg pump gave his ass a couple bucks

Goal line fourth and inches all I know is rush

We'll catch your ass in traffic even if it's rush

I don't argue I'd rather let my blick fuss

Hold your blick up

Hold your blick up

If rap wasn't workin' I'd probably rob a Brink's truck

Lost a couple brothers that's the reason why I'm inked up

He was pillow talkin' that's what got his ass beamed up

Opps keep on dyin' why the **** you think they teamed up?

Real deal boogeymen we comes through and cleans up

We don't spare nobody we'll hit your teens up

Twenty-time champ gotta use my feet to hold my rings up

Hit her from the back and watch her cream up

She's a diva and a demon

She so fine I got her pregnant off my precum

This nerd-ass nigga probably tweak somethin'

Big 4L we control alt delete somethin'

Kick a door in hit a lick we tryna breach somethin'

We was young chasing hoes hide and seek somethin'

All this ******' steppin' need to get my feet done

Get your ass smacked actin' like you seen somethin'

Keep your mouth closed 'fore we get your teeth done

UAV inside your hood we finna sweep somethin'

Vibes askin' for the Percs you know I keep some

She keep suckin' me like that then she gon' be somethin'

Too much '42 she askin' me to eat somethin'

***** you must've lost your mind I came to beat somethin'

Yeah yeah

***** you might done lost your mind I came to beat somethin'

Yeah

I been posted all day I'm a Zone 6 nigga for real

For real

Niggas know what's up with Slimeball I'm havin' them deals

Comin' in my trap right now you can make you a meal

If I feel like you ***** nigga I'm takin' for real

Take it

I been takin' niggas shit for a minute

Yeah

I came from the place where you gotta go and spend it

Yessir

If you ***** wit' it then somebody take 'em with it

Gimme that

Yeah and they'll take your life wit' it

Gimme that

Better keep it on you ain't no slippin' in the trap

No

If you in your hood nigga better keep that strap

Strap

Feelin' like you butt naked when you never wit' it

Damn

And you got them chains on boy this shit get chilly

Get chilly

Sendin' out that hot shit know you ain't with spinnin'

Uh-uh

Go on in the house 'cause this shit out here get wicked

This shit get wicked

Young nigga got that trip man he trippin'

He trippin'

Y'all niggas out here gettin' too friendly

Goddamn

All that wantin' to clique up man give it up

Give it up

Niggas ain't gang enough who the **** is bro?

Huh?

Niggas not dangerous enough to hang with us

Huh?

Yeah

Huh? Huh? Huh?

If you ain't slid for your brother and he got killed you a ***** nigga

You a ***** nigga

I'm just lettin' y'all niggas know that shit that I ain't never did

Never did

If I can't handle it myself you know that money all in

All in

I'll make your brother backstab you nigga **** a friend

**** a friend

I don't care nothin' 'bout your twin your twin'll do you in

Man y'all broke-ass niggas ain't seen a ten I'll give you two tens

Two tens

Man these niggas'll do it they don't give a **** 'bout turnin' they brother in

Nah

Man these streets this shit ain't got no love that's why I'm goin' in

Goin' in

Uh-uh

Man this street shit get homicide these niggas ain't got it

Yeah yeah yeah