Step Son

[Intro: Keith Ape & Jay Park]

(Groovy Everywhere)

(Ayy, whippin', whippin' JuniorChef cookin')

Yeah, look, yeah, look, yeah, look

[Verse 1: Jay Park]

I’m like a like a Rock festival

Boy I be getting them bands, yeah

Know that I never lose, yeah

Yeah, I be h1gh in demand, yeah

Rawest in all of the land, yeah

More than the fish in Japan, yeah

Fuck shit up, that be the plan, yeah

Fuck shit up, that be the plan, yeah

I’m an odd odd ball, hardcore porn got nothing on me

Declaring nonstop war, all y’all boring, ain’t nothing to see

The town put it down on the come up

Till sun up ain’t nobody fuckin’ with we

We wavy like surfers that don’t give a fuck about

Sharks and still come to the beach, yeah

Please don’t waste my mothafuckin’ time

Booty calls included, baby, please don’t hit my line

H1GHR, AOMG, we be on the fuckin’ grind

Actually, maybe you 'cause you so mothafuckin fine

Yes, I’m all about peace, my white Bentley leased

Negativity, 신경 안 쓰지 (whoo, whoo), uh, yeah

내 맘대로 아무 말 대잔치, 말릴 수는 없잖아, uh, yeah

Couple of Bad Boyz like Diddy and Mase

And they know we don’t stop, yeah

[Chorus: Jay Park]

You think you running shit, we running faster

Mothafucka you’s a demo, I’m a master

You batting with a stick when I’m the catcher

Push you to the side like you was a step son

Step son, step son

Push you to the side like you was a step son

Step son, step son

Push you to the side, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 2: Nacho Picasso]

I’m fun anywhere, I fuck in the mirror

I cum in her hair, shoot my gun in the air

I’m Nacho La Flare, not Nacho the square

She not tryna share, but there’s nacho to spare

My fucking for leisure, she fuck for a visa

She simpin’ like Lisa, I’m catching amnesia

My fascion like freeza, she bi like Felicia

She buying me sneakers, I might wanna keep her

Maybe not on the 2nd thought

Three o’clock on my second thot

Neo pop with a neon top

We won’t stop, got the key on lock

Shit on opps and I pee on cops

Flirt with moms and I beat up pops

Call me Jack 'cause I’m in the box

Your album limp and it’s finna flop

I made it through hell but I ain’t a demon

Like a skeletor but I am a human

She rocking my boat salute to my semen

She bobbing and weaving, she overachieving

They always talking 'bout you trying to rap some

Step son, nigga you my step son

Learn a lesson, follow step 1

Don’t step unless you want your tee a wet one

Never leave a house without rocking a weapon

You versus me like J-Kwon versus Raekwon

Step son, step son

Where the next one, we might have to catch one