Steak Strips Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay (Yuh)
(Do you hear me?) They want me to go back to the old me
(Is you listening or do you hear me?)
You know, I ain't really ’bout to get into that (RXK)
Everybody wanna talk about they the new them (Bossup, nigga)
I'ma show you something

[Verse 1]
Walk out that bitch like the old me
Step in that bitch, I look like the new me
Opps want me dead, really wanna do me
Opps on my dick, they really be groupies
Walk in the trap, hit that bitch with a two piece
230 like a chicken two piece
Up that fire, hit your doobie
Met her on the Gram, now it's a coolie
Do how you do what I do how I do it
Lil nigga, I’ma do me
Glock on my side, it puny
Grr, look like the movies (Boom)
I'm the hood Indiana Jones
Bitch like Tomb Raider with French tip toes
Walk in the trap, better keep the door closed
Don't trust these niggas as far as I can throw 'em
Neph changed up, I don't know 'em
Tell 'em back up, I'm ’bout to blow ’em
Doing a hundred, I'm floating
Broke my phone, I don’t know where I'm going
Found the plug, no GPS
I been robbing since watching PBS
Take a trip, I can see LAX
Take care of the fam and feed the rest
Trapping all week, need to rest
They calling now, but ain't answer collect
I don't give a damn ’bout her pussy wet
Thumb through a check, feel like I'm getting neck
Creamy dope like Peter Pan
Trap nigga with funky socks
Unc' feet hurt standing on the block
These niggas be panhandling like unc'
These niggas favorite words "Let me hold something"
Back the fuck up if you know something
Glick on my hip like I go hunting
Glock ignorant, nigga, I ain't know nothing
Stuck in the trap 'til 4 something
Hand me the pole, they know I'ma dump it
Straight drop taste like peanut butter crunch
Put in your order and get what you want
My auntie love me and I love her the same
They tell me every song be pain
They wanna be me but they life ain't the same
Do it for the street, not for the fame
This outfit, had it on for days
Fresh as fuck like the first day
Born in the 90's, I don't do no perkies
Back the fuck up, my bean working
My bean just kicked in
Flex on the Gram, get your trap kicked in
Watching the plug when the pack come in
Slitherman rob his friends (Slitherman)
Nuclear Glock make the world end
Drunk driving, I can't see the lane
They ain't from the street, they can't see my pain
Dropped another album and I need a stain
Turnt the fuck up, I am not cooling
Don't need a shooter, I am my shooter
My bitch rub my stomach, call me Buddha
Move, get the fuck out the way like I'm Luda
Point that stick like Rick the Ruler
Coke shiny like it came from a jeweler
Used to have neck braids like Dooga
Glock leave a nigga bow-legged like Luger
My bitch told me I need to stay sober
They wanna do me like Casanova
Like Famous Dex, I can't stay sober
I'm booted like OVO October
Glick hit your face, put you on posters
Work taste like strudels out the toaster
Glicked the fuck up like I'm 'posed to
It's a sign on the trap, tell you what to don't do (Yuh)

[Bridge]
I'm 'bout to loop this and just black through the whole next one (I am)
I gotta loop it, nigga (Forreal, I got to)
Bossup be blacking, I be blacking too
But, nigga, Bossup, Bossup, nigga (Pass it, nigga, shit, you can pass it)
Yuh, yuh (Ay)
I gotta loop this shit, hold up, lemme... (Ay)

[Verse 2]
Ay, it's looped
Bitch wanna Uber, I told her "True"
Pull up on a bike shooting like Coop
Bitch tryna tell me what I knew
They tryna play like I ain't have a clue
Glock gon' swing like DJ Clue (Bossup, nigga)
Muscle relaxer, shoot out the roof
Stop saying what you gon' do
Bitch nigga talking 'bout what he gon' do
Glick in my hand and I'm on a boot
Ain't no telling what Neph might do
City to city, I'm still the same
They said that they helping but they in the way
They asking Neph about his chain
This little ass Glock will rearrange
Boom (Boom, boom)
Hit a bitch dead in they crimson chin
Walk in that bitch like Lil Flip
Bitch 21 and got three kids
I did what I did, don't talk what I did
I do what I do when I walk in that bitch
Back the fuck up, watch how you talk to me, bitch
Booted as a fuck tryna park the whip
I'm booted as fuck, I bumped the curb
Told my homie "Don't offer me percs"
Henny and beans, that'll work
Do what for free? That ain't gon' work
Lay down and bitch out? That ain't gon' work
Easy stain? That ain't gon' work
Started my own dreads in a box in jail
Bitch, I ain't Lil Durk
Bitch, I ain't Fetty Wap
They compare me to the new Wop
Tryna rob me like I'm Pablo Juan
I'ma be next door to Pablo Juan
I'm GS9 with the firearm
In the trap since I was young
Slide through the paint like Nick Young
Bitch selling pussy since she was young
Up that drum, dun-dun-dun-dun
Glock hit a bitch like she gotta dump
Walk in that bitch like "Wagwan?"
You don't wanna romp with me, little one
Nigga, odd Glock flip a rudeboy
These lil niggas be do boys
Stuck in the trap 'til I'm flu, boy
.30 make 'em jump like New Boyz
Grr-grr-grr-grr, hit a few boys
Pull up on a opp like "My boy"
Hit his ass, better pray for that boy
I don't know why you played with me, boy
I'm a grown man, you a boy
Grams of girl, bundles of boy
Big ass glick like Neph gun twirl
Fa-fa, bust your head, boy
They like "Neph, who the hell you be dissing?"
This ain't dissing, nigga, this facts
Glock make a fat nigga run track
Glock hit a fat nigga, knock out the fat
Glock knock pork chops out his back
Glock hit him, make ham hocks
Like Abdul, I'll chop your hand off
Beat a bitch with a bat like Abdul
Money rag on my head like Abdul
Big Neph on the block more than Abdul
Me, Muhammad, Abdul are cool
Walk in that bitch like I own the store
Hit more licks than a corner store
So many nights at the corner store
So many licks at the corner store
They kicked out the hood, can't go there no more
Let me catch a opp, I'ma stab him
Walk down on his ass and stab him
Stab him like a bitch stab her baby daddy (Slitherman)
Stab him like a slab of pork strips (Slitherman)
Ain't no backing out or forfeit (Slitherman)
Put a bitch body on a forklift (Slitherman)
Glock roast his ass like pork ribs (Yuh, yuh)

[Outro]
Yuh (RXK)
You lucky I ain't loop this shit again, boy (You lucky, my boy)
I'm telling you, my boy (My boy)
My boy (That's what I'm tryna tell you, my boy)
Do you hear me? (Bossup, nigga)
Is you listening, or do you just hear me?
Boom, boom (Drugs everywhere)
Mhm (Yuh)

Steak Strips Q&A

Who wrote Steak Strips's ?

Steak Strips was written by RXKNephew.

When did RXKNephew release Steak Strips?

RXKNephew released Steak Strips on Wed Mar 24 2021.

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