Stevy

Turn that boy to Stevie make him wonder why I fucked with me Check my pants and my pockets I got a buck fifty With a mic' and a choppa' don't get it twisted Ain't nothing soft about this rockstar And I keep them shooters with me Talk on gang I put forty shots up in your kidneys And I'm bigger in your city Told her it's mosh but I lied It's just some hickeys From another bitch new the money coming quick My hand itch I'm superstis And I don't play 'bout this Forty clip right in your shit don't play with me I'm making hits I punch on you & stu F*ck with me & you a fool I got these bands Go catch a clue Big ole' twenties in pocket all my bills is rocking blue And my hand is a rocket I pull back and go and shoot Go and shoot Go and shoot Go and shoot Go and Aye Aye And I'm a keep going With this weed blowing rapping with my mean homie And this a mean showing we gon' stomp up on that little nigga Yeah we fee foe 'em F*ck that little boy I see you play with toys This real glock gon' hit your groin And I don't get the point Feel it in my fucking joint This rap shit just bring me joy Yeah it bring me joy Yeah it bring me joy Yeah it bring me joy Yeah it bring me joy Turn that boy to Stevie make him wonder why I fucked with me Check my pants and my pockets I got a buck fifty With a mic' and a choppa' don't get it twisted Ain't nothing soft about this rockstar And I keep them shooters with me Talk on gang I put forty shots up in your kidneys And I'm bigger in your city Told her it's mosh but I lied It's just some hickeys