2 Step Stevie (R.L.P.) - Ramirez

I’m in that third lane switchin'

Bitches know me as unforgivin'

Soon as I fuck 'em, I dump 'em out the whip and start to rippin'

Flick my cigar 'cause this playa pimpin' show no love to hoes

Gold blades, choppin' up cement wherever Rami goes

Swing to the left and, uh, swing to the right (Okay)

As I push up the Caddy I’m bumpin' on Tommy Wright

And they know they cannot touch me

Your girlfriend been tryna fuck me

I been posted at the crib, just smokin', thumbin' through all my money

Flossin', candy glossin'

Gucci steppin' while I’m walkin', call the papi

Boy, you simpin' over bitches, man, I see you sobbin'

I don’t want your fuckin' guts, get on your knees and start to slobbin'

International pimpin', been fuckin' hoes around the world

Got me a bitch that speaks the Swahili, and Spanish girl

Rose gold playa shit, tailored suits and gator kicks

Open up my mouth, you see the 24k when I spit (Yuh)

I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet

I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step

I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet

I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step

Six in the mornin', hit the blunt and I’m zonin'

These bitches swarmin', steppin' on my Versace flowin'

Candy coatin', as a youngin' this game was soakin'

Swangers pokin', bang and screw while I’m out here roamin'

Sandman, bring me your dream and them finer things

I want a Chevy, a Benz, and a choppa with a laser beam

I need 'bout three hoes, ones that can fuck and cook for sure

And a new speed boat, so I can push the Cali coast

This ain’t no joke, Rami posted, lookin' for the smoke

Aim at yo throat, choppa singin', hittin' all the notes

Reap what you sow 'cause, uh, you never know

And, uh, times I was thinkin' I’ma keep it thuggin' 'til I go

I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet

I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step

I let the rims keep spinnin', I ain’t even hop out yet

I’m just a real-life player, bet the .40 make you two-step