Step Son Songtext
von Jay Park feat. Nacho Picasso

Yeah, look, yeah, look, yeah, look
I′m like a like a Rock festival
Boy I be getting them bands, yeah
Know that I never lose, yeah
Yeah, I be h1gh in demand, yeah
Rawest in all of the land, yeah
More than the fish in Japan, yeah
Fuck shit up, that be the plan, yeah
Fuck shit up, that be the plan, yeah
I'm an odd odd ball, hardcore porn got nothing on me
Declaring nonstop war, all y′all boring, ain't nothing to see
The town put it down on the come up
Till sun up ain't nobody fuckin′ with we
We wavy like surfers that don′t give a fuck about
Sharks and still come to the beach, yeah
Please don't waste my mothafuckin′ time
Booty calls included, baby, please don't hit my line
H1GHR, AOMG, we be on the fuckin′ grind
Actuall,y maybe you 'cause you so mothafuckin fine
Yes, I′m all about peace, my white Bentley leased


Negativity, 신경 안 쓰지 (whoo, whoo), uh, yeah
내 맘대로 아무 말 대잔치, 말릴 수는 없잖아, uh, yeah
Couple of Bad Boyz like Diddy and Mase
And they know we don't stop, yeah
You think you running shit, we running faster
Mothafucka you's a demo, I′m a master
You batting with a stick when I′m the catcher
Push you to the side like you was a step son
Step son, step son
Push you to the side like you was a step son
Step son, step son
Push you to the side, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I'm fun anywhere, I fuck in the mirror
I cum in her hair, shoot my gun in the air
I′m Nacho La Flare, not Nacho the square
She not tryna share, but there's nacho to spare
My fucking for leisure, she fuck for a visa
She simpin′ like Lisa, I'm catching amnesia
My fascion like freeza, she bi like Felicia
She buying me sneakers, I might wanna keep her
Maybe not on the 2nd thought
Three o′clock on my second thot
Neo pop with a neon top
We won't stop, got the key on lock
Shit on opps and I pee on cops
Flirt with moms and I beat up pops
Call me Jack 'cause I′m in the box
Your album limp and it′s finna flop
I made it through hell but I ain't a demon
Like a skeletor but I am a human
She rocking my boat salute to my sea men
She bobbing and weaving, she overachieving
They always talking ′bout you trying to rap some
Step son, nigga you my step son
Learn a lesson, follow step 1
Don't step unless you want your tee a wet one
Never leave a house without rocking a weapon
You versus me like J-Kwon versus Raekwon
Step son, step son
Where the next one, we might have to catch one