Lyrics

Steez
She said I'm a jerk, hold on baby I ain't a New Boy
Bad bitches fuck with Steez, I don't care about you boys
Eat her like a chew toy, I really got that dog in me
Shawty be a pussycat, she always got her claws in me
Try to ball with me, all I know is triple double
When she with you desert, when she with me always little puddle
I got in trouble with a trifling ass hoe once
So when it comes to giving out trust, I don't know hun
Show em that I'm on one, it's facts up in these bars lil bruh
So when it comes to dreams, I can't sleep, I got insomnia
And what I'm on, make it hard for me to do that shit
Im Vamp mode
You might have to kill me with a crucifix
Or some stupid shit like sunlight or garlic
They done wrote off the Steez and they done really got me started
Disregarded, now that shit got me cold hearted
Had a bitch that looked like Snow the Product but had more options
Phone dropping, cracked screen, but we still winning, Charlie Sheen
I can't lie, I'm really mad they don't see I got angel wings
Need a bitch that's down for the Steez, play the right role
I'm just doing me aint trying to fit into a type mold
This shit in my soul, I do this because I'm meant to
This is what they mean when they say rapping like the rent dude
Pop a bean, senzu, and get out my mental
And if you talking crazy, I might bust you in your temple
Yeah, really on a roll like some toilet paper
And I'm clean like Windex, these germs can't phase a player
Undertaker, how I pile drive his favorite bitch
I turned her on to Steez God, she used to be an atheist
I'm on some crazy shit, I probably need a straight jacket
A lot of y'all should stop capping if you gon' keep rapping
You ain't got a fraction of this, I just did the math
I'm a master of my class and these motherfuckers trash
It make me mad, but it make me wanna show and prove
I really think it ain't no fucking way that me and gang can lose
I ain't in the mood for the fuckery, I'm sucker free
J Mane, do your homework, bitch, study Steez
It's always our year, I make it clear like cellophane
I am not delusional, I know we finna run the game
This ain't a microwave, this shit take a little time
I feel like Conway and ain't even in my prime, I ain't never lyin
Written by: Noah Chance Bowman
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