Steppin On The Beat Song Lyrics
Steppin On The Beat by Yung Gravy Brrrrruhbuhbuh
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no you can't move me
3D, everybody see me
CDs, passem on 6th street
Beep beep, driving down Main Street
Stepping on the the beat brrrrruhbuhbuh
My girl walks out an she looks so good
Ya get knocked down but ya can't get up
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Stepping on the the beat brrrrruhbuhbuh
My girl walks out an she looks so good
Ya get knocked down but ya can't get up
Baby I been drinking all night
I don't gotta ride, so I'm gonna call a life line
Auntie Anne, we ain't blood related
So I fold her like a pretzel, b**ch I'm going mental
Shawty surely giving brain call her Shirley Temple
If you need a bad b**ch you can get a rental
Riding with my dogs we be coolin in the kennel
Worldwide hoes call me Jimmy Contintental
Bouta eat it up and I ain't even got utensils
f**k up in her mouth and now I'm f**king with her dental
f**kin on her throat now she got tonsillitis
Touch my dick once now I call the b**chh Midas
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Yo mom know how to handle dick
Jack got dimples, Jack be slick
Jack got jumped and he dropped all six
Like ooh yuh, all six
Trap more wax than a candlestick
And he snagged yo b**ch
And I'm Jack and I gave her that...
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no you can't move me
3D, everybody see me
CDs, passem on 6th street
Beep beep, driving down Main Street
Stepping on the the beat brrrrruhbuhbuh
My girl walks out an she looks so good
Ya get knocked down but ya can't get up
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Stepping on the the beat brrrrruhbuhbuh
My girl walks out an she looks so good
Ya get knocked down but ya can't get up
Skeet skeet, put it on repeat
Bust on her face and her best friend retweet
Gravy take ya b**ch 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 whore
I be looking at her eyes while she screaming out more
On tour I'm with Gravy, get yo tickets at the door
Mi amor, I'm in love, give her kissety kiss
I got your b**ch licking lickety split
I hit that sh*t to some Elliot Smith
I'm in the Tesla, the miracle whip
And I got your b**ch sayin brrrrruhbuhbuh
Calling out papa, feeling like a hot shot
Mothers f**king want it but they never getting nada
Smoking in the hot box, stuck inside the f**kin 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 40 I'm sipping
Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat
Concrete, no you can't move me
3D, everybody see me
CDs, passem on 6th street
Beep beep, driving down Main Street
Stepping on the the beat brrrrruhbuhbuh
My girl walks out an she looks so good
Ya get knocked down but ya can't get up