Steve400 - 400 WAY Lyrics

Smooth, my homies call me smooth
Smooth, did you hear me
Did you hear me
Bad thing, bad thing

Bad thing, bad thing
Bad thing, bad thing
Girls, you know you better
Girls, you know you better

25 to Yeezy Runners and these bitches ain't basic
In and out of state, these bitches love me like I'm Casey
I faded three from the corner like I'm Tracy McGrady
Niggas ain't keepin' up with me, get the f*ck on with the hatin'

And see me in that bitch phone, I ain't know y'all been datin'
She always call me on that phone, tryna call us up takin'
And let that bitch ride for some cheddar, man, I need my bacon
And trap myself up in the stew, all this heat I been makin'

Ain't never had time for a bitch, for the, damn
Ain't never had time for a bitch, what the f*ck is you takin'
Jump on the jet, shoot out of town, all the plans in the makin'
Have Archie put you on the bin, have a future with a great end

Nigga ain't really gettin' cheese, he ain't havin' sin
I send a cut right to the cuz, he locked up in the pen
But I know these niggas hate, don't wanna see me win
But I'ma really grind it out, take this shit to the chin

I'm married, fitted, tight as jeans, livin' life through these lens
I might just catch me in the Joggy, go ride with the Tim
Niggas ain't never been no players, know them bitches Sims
Big-ass 40 on my hip, and I walk with a limb

Girls, you know you better watch out
Some girls, real girls, don't leave
About bad things, bad things, bad things
Bad things, bad things, bad things

Yeah, purple jeans and lasagna, niggas, I like some film
Man, I be really in the gym, I ain't nothin' out the rim
I push the Cartys on my face, the bitch know that I'm him
Twenty-five for my shit, won't try to f*ck or attempt

Big-ass bags like Santa, bitches know I'm a pimp
Don't give a f*ck of her ass, bad band, I ask for a limb
Them old school niggas on they cup, they still sippin' they gin
But tell her, dawg, man, I'm the truth, have me vibin' again

Miss Hoobie snappin' on these beats, have me goin' in the wind
And get it right up to the mic, need no pad and no pen
And watch these niggas ride my webs up like Goofy's again
I'ma Steve Sweat, smooth nigga, flyer than a lens

Shit, I might get up on your song if you come with the ends
And I be stackin' so damn hard, I gotta pave the wind
Can't even get up in my circle, niggas ain't no kin
F*ck, I look like going out, don't even f*ck with friends

But it's the money on the floor, you know it all depends
And come out cut up on the stage, have them hyped up again
Big-ass drink on double clips and I gave it to twin
Push the start, gon' see the cap, man, I'm goin' in the wind

Smooth, homies call me smooth
Smooth beats, you hear me