Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steady, artist - Rv. Date of issue: 15.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Steady |
| Buying jewels with no tools, that’s the maddest move |
| Think you’re balling till I come and tackle you |
| Get the drop and fly there, Magaluf |
| Got a northern line but I never catch the Tube |
| IPhone for bad B’s, brick phone to pattern food |
| Break down the box, Crash Bandicoot |
| Got a sweet female giving attitude |
| If she thinks I’m bringing flowers she don’t have a clue |
| I’m a savage boo |
| RV short for revenge and I live up to my name like Baka’s tune |
| Told bro if he didn’t miss then he slapped the yutes |
| Could’ve had two packs but I ain’t mad at you |
| I ain’t mad at him, got a long stick like javelin |
| Shh got splashed he was panicking |
| In his own blood he was paddling, get him an Anadin |
| It’s funny how the opps were talking wass |
| But they’re the ones that end up getting shot |
| Buss a gun finger and raise your hand |
| If no one’s ever sent you to the shop |
| Bad B said she’s got the wap |
| Well I guess I better get a mop |
| Please don’t put me on your Snap |
| Unless you wanna end up on the blogs |
| My honey-bun came with another one |
| And I’m with a gyal already |
| My brudda come, said he wants another gun |
| But I got him one already |
| My new ting lives on the opp block |
| And takes forever to get ready |
| We’re cruising, roof down on the droptop |
| You know me, I just keep it steady |
| Pornstar Martini, lobster linguine, never feed the badderz pasta |
| She said her daddy is a pastor |
| And she doesn’t cheat but I wouldn’t put it past her |
| Will she keep it real? |
| Fuck knows |
| I don’t trust hoes but she gives a nigga dumb blows |
| You know me, I don’t run jokes |
| I’m on gun smoke, waps I do buy like 1OAK |
| VVS get the bitches wet, if I’m your ex that’s your biggest flex |
| Every time I drop I get a bigger cheque |
| Run it up, I need seven figures next |
| I need millions, tryna ball like Brazilians |
| I can’t fool, I’m resilient |
| Say you’re on gang, that sounds brilliant |
| It’s all chat till we drill on 'em |
| It’s funny how the opps were talking wass |
| But they’re the ones that end up getting shot |
| Buss a gun finger and raise your hand |
| If no one’s ever sent you to the shop |
| Bad B said she’s got the wap |
| Well I guess I better get a mop |
| Please don’t put me on your Snap |
| Unless you wanna end up on the blogs |
| My honey-bun came with another one |
| And I’m with a gyal already |
| My brudda come, said he wants another gun |
| But I got him one already |
| My new ting lives on the opp block |
| And takes forever to get ready |
| We’re cruising, roof down on the droptop |
| You know me, I just keep it steady |