Steve Nash Lyrics

Been waiting a long time for this one Yeah

For every person who done dissed me in they song

I be walking in McQueens and stepping hard in Saint Laurent

I got this Rollie on my wrist hitting cuz it came with charms

And my pockets buff as hell they probably off some fucking sarms

Balling hard like Gelo get it tatted up and down my arms

I get chicken when I'm whipping but my chicken come with parm

You is not from city boy you prolly grew up on a farm

You be playing with your life just like a cat does with some yarn

Now everybody know it's me when I be talking cuz I never said a lot

And I ain't open up my mouth unless it's talking bout some guap

Got some people on my side whose just as solid as a rock

They the ones who goin be right here with me once we hit the top

Yea Yea and I can't focus cuz I'm rollin

I ain't talking off no pill

Getting sick from all the motion

When Xanny behind the wheel

It's to close to being close

Like fuck it let's find a steal

I ain't eating shit unless my family get a meal

Yea they eating first

If they ain't feed they family , we just leave 'em in the dirt , in a hurst

What

You thought this shit was over

Ima take you out that Honda and throw you into a Rover

I be clean just like some listerine and keep the beam inside my sofa

Kick you right up out the crib and thank you for the time but now it's over

I be buying vitamin water , I feel like cocola

I ain't chase the henny

I be chasing hunnids while pussies is busy chasing pennys

Worry bout yo paper not the work cuz I been making plenty

I been working nines, posted up by the Haitian Deli

You ain't making fetty

Put it on yo partner

I been making paper

Feeling like I'm Steve Nash

Sixty on this taper

Looking like I bleed cash

Run up in the crib take this shit then I leave fast

Acid trap is in this bitch trippin off of three tabs

I done dropped a eighty for the Simon ski mask

Now everybody know it's me when I be talking cuz I never said a lot

I got BB on my belt , it's shiny it don't need a Glock

They be on my dick about my music every time I drop

Diss me in yo song boy you wrong you know its gonna flop

I ain't finna say yo name or even give you clout

Youngins on the wilding they wildin they might just hit ya house

Boy I'm disrespectful I'm goin take the food up off ya plate

Once they hear I'm on they head they skip from state to state

Huh

Ima Demigod rollin automatic you still toting with the semi squad

And fuck them valley boys they in outer space

Count a tally down for every time I see they face

Want a competition Ill turn this into a race , quick

For every person who done dissed me in they song

I be walking in McQueens and stepping hard in Saint Laurent

I got this Rollie on my wrist hitting cuz it came with charms

And my pockets buff as hell they probably off some fucking sarms

Balling hard like Gelo get it tatted up and down my arms

I get chicken when I'm whipping but my chicken come with parm

You is not from city boy ya prolly grew up on a farm

You be playing with yo life just like a cat does with some yarn

Now everybody know it's me when I be talking cuz I never said a lot

And I ain't open up my mouth unless it's talking bout some guap

Got some people on my side whose just as solid as a rock

They the ones who goin be right here with me once we hit the top