Indian Flute

Lyrics

[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