2 Step Stevie (R.L.P.)

I’m in that third lane switchin'
Bitches know me as unforgivin'
Soon as I fuck 'em, I dump 'em out the whip and start to rippin'
Flick my cigar 'cause this playa pimpin' show no love to hoes
Gold blades, choppin' up cement wherever Rami goes
Swing to the left and, uh, swing to the right (Okay)
As I push up the Caddy I’m bumpin' on Tommy Wright
And they know they cannot touch me
Your girlfriend been tryna fuck me
I been posted at the crib, just smokin', thumbin' through all my money
Flossin', candy glossin'
Gucci steppin' while I’m walkin', call the papi
Boy, you simpin' over bitches, man, I see you sobbin'
I don’t want your fuckin' guts, get on your knees and start to slobbin'
International pimpin', been fuckin' hoes around the world
Got me a bitch that speaks the Swahili, and Spanish girl
Rose gold playa shit, tailored suits and gator kicks
Open up my mouth, you see the 24k when I spit (Yuh)
I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet
I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step
I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet
I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step
Six in the mornin', hit the blunt and I’m zonin'
These bitches swarmin', steppin' on my Versace flowin'
Candy coatin', as a youngin' this game was soakin'
Swangers pokin', bang and screw while I’m out here roamin'
Sandman, bring me your dream and them finer things
I want a Chevy, a Benz, and a choppa with a laser beam
I need 'bout three hoes, ones that can fuck and cook for sure
And a new speed boat, so I can push the Cali coast
This ain’t no joke, Rami posted, lookin' for the smoke
Aim at yo throat, choppa singin', hittin' all the notes
Reap what you sow 'cause, uh, you never know
And, uh, times I was thinkin' I’ma keep it thuggin' 'til I go
I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet
I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step
I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet
I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step