Step Brothers ft. QB Kalo

Can't be seen no more I'm hiding out till all my raps are golden

Feel like yachty with the chop cus I might take his ass to Poland

Balling out I'm perfect ten on court a raptor no DeRozan

They could spin the wheel but chances are that Nickk the one who chosen

Couple bitches had to break my heart so now I keep it frozen

Swimming to the surface of my thoughts ain't drowning in the ocean

Type to heat up hella fucking hot I'm spilling out like molten

Type to take my hands and rub the beat like I'm applying lotion

I'm the type to go to stores and I be buying shit

Put your card up in the reader and it be declining shit

Lay back in my bed she giving head on my reclining shit

Feeling like I'm nav the way I drop this perfect timing bitch