TrippyThaKid - Steppin On The Beat lyrics

[Intro] Brrrr, bah, bah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hounds, make that sh*t slap) [Chorus: Yung Gravy & TrippyThaKid] Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat Concrete, no, you can't move me (Yeah) 3D, everybody see me (Yah, yah) CD's, pass 'em on sixth street Beep beep, driving down Main Street Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah) My girl walks out and she looks so good You get knocked down but you can't get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah) My girl walks out and she looks so good You get knocked down but you can't get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: TrippyThaKid & Yung Gravy] Baby, I've been drinking all night (All night) I don't gotta ridе, so I'm gonna call a life line (Life linе) Auntie Anne, we ain't blood related So I fold her like a pretzel, b*tch, I'm going mental Shawty surely giving brain call her Shirley Temple If you need a bad b*tch you can get a rental Riding with my dogs we be coolin' in the kennel Worldwide hoes call me Jimmy Contintental 'Bout to eat it up and I ain't even got utensils (No, no) fu*k up in her mouth and now I'm fu*king with her dental (Yeah, yeah) fu*kin' on her throat now she got tonsillitis Touch my dick once now I call the b*tch Midas (Woo, woo, woo) Ayy, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick (Hoe) Your mom know how to handle dick (Sheesh) Jack got dimples, Jack be slick Jack got jumped and he dropped all six (Ayy, ayy) Like, ooh yeah, all six Trap more wax than a candlestick And he snagged your b*tch And I'm Jack and I gave her that [Chorus: Yung Gravy & TrippyThaKid] Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat Concrete, no, you can't move me (Yeah) 3D, everybody see me (Yah, yah) CD's, pass 'em on sixth street Beep beep, driving down Main Street Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah) My girl walks out and she looks so good You get knocked down but you can't get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah) My girl walks out and she looks so good You get knocked down but you can't get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Yung Gravy & TrippyThaKid] Skeet skeet, put it on repeat Bust on her face and her best friend retweet Gravy take your b*tch 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 who*e I be looking at her eyes while she screaming out, "More" On tour, I'm with Gravy, get your tickets at the door Mi amor, I'm in love, give her kissety kiss I got your b*tch licking lickety split (Woo) I hit that sh*t to some Elliot Smith (Yah) I'm in the Tesla, the miracle whip And I got your b*tch sayin', "Brrrr, bah, bah" Calling out papa, feeling like a hot shot Motherfu*kers want it but they never getting nada Smoking in the hot box, stuck inside the fu*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 forty, I'm sipping [Chorus: Yung Gravy & TrippyThaKid] Skeet skeet, throw it on repeat Concrete, no, you can't move me (Yeah) 3D, everybody see me (Yah, yah) CD's, pass 'em on sixth street Beep beep, driving down Main Street Stepping on the the beat, brrrr, bah, bah (Yeah) My girl walks out and she looks so good You get knocked down but you can't get up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)