[Intro: Your Stepdad]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (Frreh, frreh, grreh)
Stepdad shit
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah (Shit)
I used to run with the folks, whoa
Me and a—uh, huh (Grreh)
Yeah, yeah (Grreh, grreh)
[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
Too fucked up when I saw myself in the mirror, I'm geeked
Smell of the weed (Geeked)
I told that bitch I saw her, but in my dream
She tell everybody we a thing (Thing)
Dropped out of college, no money like [?]
Huh, huh, fuck what you seen
Huh, huh, fuck what you mean (Frreh, frreh)
Stepdad shit in this bitch, huh (Frreh)
How I'm thе one with the most of the monеy in the fam' and the class? I got Ds (Shit)
Lie to a bitch a bitch I don't wanna feed, say I'm on a fast
Don't wanna feed that hoe
How about I find me a bitch to share my weed?
It's probably an East Side hoe— nah, nah (Frreh, frreh)
[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
Why in the fuck would I tell these niggas something they been supposed to know? (Okay)
I done caught this bitch tryna steal from me, I damn near choked a hoe
OG say, "With all this work you been putting in, you damn near 'posed to blow"
I'm trapping, trapping, inbox ten relaxing
One of them [?]
I'm pushing weight like a dumbbell
Got rap money and dope sales
These niggas gossip like a hoe tells
I pop the hood like a four-wheel
I done made them nervous
You know I be with a few killers toting the hot shit
We tactical, I'm clocking reaction time
How your pole [?]
Dude ain't got a say in nothing, he don't even go here
I'm out through London with a few Beckhams, ain't no Odells
I'm praying daily for bro kidneys, he dropped fours and twelves
I'm riding BP's, dead Drake, nigga better take care
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