Stevie lyrics

Yeah Yeah , Yeah

You on the website talking like a cop b*tch you a rat
I’m at the red light
f*ck it I ain’t stopping
Do the dash
Turn off the headlight
G gonna put that choppa on ya ass
We spinning every night
30 in that Glock
b*tch ima crab

Slide up on a n*gga like John cena you can’t see me
All these n*ggas wonder where I came from just like Stevie
Better watch ya back
Cause them young slimey n*ggas sneaky
Know some n*ggas wraped up in the box jus like a tv

We gon do em bad whole lotta R.I.Ps and retweets
I can’t go out sad too many n*ggas say they need me
Where ya ass was at way back when n*ggas wouldn’t feed me
Now I got these racks I spent a couple on some VVS
b*tch got that bag I flip that pack this sh*t too easy

Gang ran through 100 pounds b*tch we do that sh*t weekly
She like I been down since u was broke this how you treat me
All these n*ggas clowns they really hoes they just deceiving
UH YEAH do my dance hoe make sure you count these bands hoe
She gon eat that di*k up with no muthaf*ckin hands tho

b*tch watch where you ashin I spent a thousand on these pants hoe
Young n*gga from the north side but we shooting like Pakistan tho
Young n*gga from the block letting off shots hanging out the van hoe
30 hanging out the Glock
I ain’t getting popped
I ain’t getting jammed no

Turn the soft into rock
Whip in a pot
Scale a couple grams(hoe)
BAD b*tch give me top
And she like Ciroc she a lil fan tho
WOAH WOAH I gotta run it up fast
She off a perc and she having a blast
I f*cked that b*tch from the gram just to brag

Stop all that talking these n*ggas be cap I ran it up and I never looked back
She sucked my di*k in the front of the jag
She sucked my di*k and she know I got cash

YOU on the website talking like a cop b*tch you a rat
I’m at the red light
f*ck it I ain’t stopping do the dash
Turn off the headlight
G gonna put that choppa on ya ass we spinning every night
30 in that Glock b*tch ima crash

Slide up on a n*gga like John cena you can’t see me
All these n*ggas wonder where I came from just like Stevie
Better watch ya back cuz them young slimey n*ggas sneaky
Know some n*ggas wraped up in the box jus like a tv

Hit a n*gga all up with his b*tch
I got hollows all up in the stick
If a n*gga run up he get hit
I can’t leave till I empty the clip
I got diamonds all over my wrist
Yea I know they be feelin the drip
Keep the blues like a n*gga was crip
Better move if u ain’t with the sh*t
And these b*tches wanna f*ck cuz I’m poppin
Got the shoes with the red on the bottom and I spent a lil check cuz I got it
Know some ...... who bang red like a lobster

Keep that stick on me like Harry Potter when them shells hit ya body they hotter I might hang out the van with the chopper
Used to keep all the xzans in the locker

You on the website
Talking like a cop
b*tch you a rat
I’m at the red light f*ck it I ain’t stopping do the dash
Turn off the headlight
G gonna put that choppa on ya ass
We spinning every night
30 in that Glock b*tch ima crab

Slide up on a n*gga like John cena you can’t see me
All these n*ggas wonder where I came from just like Stevie
Better watch ya back cause them young slimey n*ggas sneaky
Know some n*ggas wraped up in the box jus like a tv

f*ck IT I AINT STOPPING DO THE DASH

PUT THAT CHOPPA ON YA ASS