Indian Flute

[Verse: Steve G Lover]
Stevey G. I'm back again
On they ass like acid wash
Money I don't pass it up
I hit the blunt and then pass it off
Rookie when I'm in the place
Notice when I'm tricking off
I bought a crib in Cali now
I'm highly what is Hasselhoff
Wonder why my bae watch
She coming out her beach top
Sand to the beach it don't matter if the beach hot
Sip a little liquor 'til my beaches start to lip lock
I'm wheeling in a Jeep
While they were hanging out the tee top
Only smoke tree top
Mugging nigga please stop
Nappy ass hair still hey yo ain't got what we got
Royalty I told ya, Stevey is what I tell hoes
Haters try to infiltrate I call it COINTELPRO
Hey i'm connected like an elbow
Plus I got bars like Verizon with a cellphone
She got a body tell her hit me on my cellphone
That ass was so fat I can't even find a tail bone
[?] whatever I own
Smoking on my ride home
And if you run a base, you ain't safe 'til you slide home
Jumping from the lions homie, you the one they ride on
They ain't talking liquor nigga, shots to your damn dome
It's head shots from red dots like Bengali
I make moves, control shit like Svengali
I stay wildin' Bill Cosby with ten mollies
My girl be checking my email like Benghazi
I'm politicking like i'm Hillary
Riding so focused I didn't see the ceiling leave
All this fucking smoking make you wonder what a nigga breathe
I just fucked a beat and then a million dollars was conceived
Gucci boots for my nephew I'm Uncle Steve
My nigga I'll be fucking fly like the birds and bees
Catch flights to some places where you'll never leave
I climate control my life at eighty-two degrees
No lie son, saw it might buy one
But I was talking about shoe, shirt, whips, and a island
See me might cause a Stampede call me Tri-gun
I deserve my own award call my Cy Young

[Outro: Steve G Lover]
Hottest nigga
We on that shit wilding man
These niggas can't see me
I told you that this shit is undeniable
Royalty the clique nigga
Steve G. I'm the shit nigga
East Side nigga