Lyrics of 'Steve Austin (feat. Young Dolph)' by Yung Gravy

(It's Jason Rich, baby)

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

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

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'

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

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'

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