Steve Austin (Explicit)

Steve Austin (Explicit) - 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

B***h 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

B***h 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

B***h I been flossin'

That's my s**t come get your b***h

She lurkin' but she ain't slick

She tryna get a grip woah

'Scuse me ma'am that's my dick woah

I feel like I'm boyardee

Gravy get it sauced up

I stop f**kin' with the scene then I came and popped up

I'ma help you out buddy boy I'ma floss ya

Stank b***h 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

B***h 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

B***h 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 f**k her

I'ma f**k 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 b***h a crumb uh-uh

Bought my mom a mansion 'cause

She always wanted one for real though

Dolph you 'posed to do that s**t

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 b***h in my cellphone