Steve Austin

Steve Austin - Yung Gravy/Young Dolph

Lyrics by：Jason Rich/Matthew Crabtree/Matthew Hauri/Adolph Thornton Jr/Dilip Venkatesh

Composed by：Jason Rich/Matthew Crabtree/Matthew Hauri/Adolph Thornton Jr/Dilip Venkatesh

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 ooh

Blue rocks in the Richard Mille

***** that's a one-of-one it's Dolph

Popped off only took a sec

I'm the 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 thing she got rejected

That's just how I do things and they respect it

Dropkick Liu Kang

I'm flossin' yeah

Cold stone wrist with the frosting

Gravy stone cold Steve Austin

Pullin' up with your ho 'cause I'm saucin'

Like Steve Austin

***** I been flossin'

That's my **** come get your *****

She lurkin' but she ain't slick

She tryna get a grip woah

'Scuse me ma'am that's my d**k woah

I feel like I'm Boyardee

Gravy get it sauced up

I stop ****in' with the scene

Then I came and popped up

I'ma help you out buddy boy

I'ma floss ya

Stank ***** shawty smell like an opossum

I'm drippin' ho' drippin'

Daddy Fiji drip yeah

So d**n clean poppa squeegee

Got the funk I'm the rap game Bee Gees

Raspberry wrist all blue like the freezie

I'm flossin' yeah

Cold stone wrist with the frosting

Gravy stone cold Steve Austin

Pullin' up with your ho 'cause I'm saucin'

Like Steve Austin

I been flossin'

I just wanna hit one time

Yeah one and done ah

Skinny jeans but my pockets on Big Pun oh

I rolled the blunt and put

A perky-erky on her tongue yuh

After I **** her I'ma **** her friend

Then I'm done done

Stuff a hunnid in the box fin it

That's a bomb woo

Havin' big cake but I can't give

A a crumb uh uh

Bought my mom a mansion 'cause she always

Wanted one for real though

Dolph you 'posed to do that ****

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 in my cellphone