Steve Austin

[Intro: Yung Gravy]

(It's Jason Rich, baby)

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]

Got a Phantom 'cause I always wanted one

Picked a magazine up, I was on the front (Get it)

Pipe your girl and her friends, that's a five-on-one

Hit the Gravy stroke, hole in one

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

Got a drop Chevelle 'cause I always wanted one (Yeah)

I looked her in her eyes and lied, said, "You my only one" (Sike)

Hardtop Chevelle because I always wanted one (Ooh)

Blue rocks in the Richard Mille, that's a one-of-onе (It's dope)

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]

Popped off, only took a sec

I'm thе Easter bunny, carats on my neck

Pop, lock, drop, make em hit the deck

Drop my top while I'm gettin' neck

I feel like I'm Wu-Tang, I'm protected

Ran into your boo-thang, she got rejected

That's just how I do thangs, and they respect it

Dropkick, Liu Kang

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]

Bitch, I'm flossin' (Yuh!)

Cold Stone wrist with the frosting

Gravy Stone Cold Steve Austin

Pullin' up with your hoe 'cause I'm saucin'

Like Steve Austin

Bitch, I been flossin'

[Verse 4: Yung Gravy]

This my shit

Come get your bitch

She lurkin' but she ain't slick

She tryna get a grip, woah

Excuse me ma'am that's my dick (Woah)

I feel like I'm Boyardee, Gravy get it sauced up

I stopped fucking with the scene, then I came and popped up

I'ma help you out, buddy boy, I'ma floss ya

Stank bitch, shawty smell like an opossum

I'm drippin', hoe (Drippin'), daddy Fiji (Drippin')

So damn clean, papa squeegee

Got the funk, I'm the rap game Bee Gees

Raspberry wrist all blue, like the freezie

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]

Bitch, I'm flossin' (Yuh!)

Cold Stone wrist with the frosting

Gravy Stone Cold Steve Austin

Pullin' up with your hoe 'cause I'm saucin'

Like Steve Austin

Bitch, I been flossin'

[Verse 5: Young Dolph]

I just wanna hit one time, yeah, one and done (Ah)

Skinny jeans but my pockets on Big Pun (Ah)

I rolled the blunt and put a perky-erky on her tongue (Yuh)

After I fuck her, I'ma fuck her friend, then I'm done (Gone)

Stuff a hunned in the box finnit, that's a bond (Woo)

Having big cake, but I can't give a bitch a crumb (Uh-uh)

Bought my mom a mansion 'cause she always wanted one (For real, though)

Dolph, you supposed to do that shit, you her oldest son (For real, though)

Before rap, I hit the trap and I made a ton (For real, though)

I made a lot of guala before I ever made a song (Ha)

I'm from the streets, I smoke blunts, I don't smoke out a bong (It's Dolph)

Got naked pictures of your bitch in my cellphone