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Steve400 - NO COMP Lyrics



Steve400 - NO COMP Lyrics




Smooth, my homies call me Smooth
It's the Smooth Beatz, baby
Man, I gotta have some shit comin' in
Might as well need all of those hands

Bein' a mom, draggin' bags, I go out shoppin' for my twin
Never gave a f*ck about no friends, just want my love, man
Can't wait to trip out on these stacks, I'm livin' life with my twin
I'm Mary Jean, man, with the dunks, I'm comin' down with my friends

Shit, I'd rather be with my son, he with me punchin' in
Could be out travelin' the world when I ain't too good with the bands
Tellin' out on shows, bringin' your hoes and your friends
My plan's to live up on the beach somewhere it's hot on the sea

These niggas try to imitate, but they can never be Steve
They doin' false shit in their life and start to make believe
It's sad they get right on that stand, they be right back in the streets
Got second chicken like a foster, the one on ground beef

And in the feature stream, they're not people tellin' me he
I'm puttin' all this shit on the mic and it's hard to compete
They know what the f*ck be goin' on, that tax ain't smooth on the beat
Don't even ask me for no features, you ain't got no cheese

I'm really pushin' this shit out, it's gon' never be free
3-5 of truffles and my wood blowin' down in the leaf
And every passin' out my wood, man, I smell all them seeds
A full walk up on my cup, gon' see it through the cream

That shit is hot, you noddin' off and it's still seein' dreams
Man, anywhere I need it, meals, no cap, finer themes
They know my name, walk in the club, gon' watch the bitches sing
Big ass 40 with the switches, don't let that bitch ring

This clip ain't leavin' out no stitches till you to that one dream
Fast ass car behind the whip, I'm livin' right off the scene
Rock Louis V up on my feet, don't like them big ass B's
I'm a cool nigga behind the tape, but don't smoke on my trees

They puttin' dick all in your bitch, she love to swallow some seeds
I got that shit figured out in life, you thought you couldn't achieve
Always bossin' like a butterfly, cause I'ma sting like a bee
And that's the finest from the quarter, restin' up to the king

I've been the beast in the distro, kid, I'm droppin' hella EPs
Too many singles in the vault, won't drop no tape with a feat
Only the family in my eyes, them bad intentions been seen
I'm livin' life above the rim, I take a shot like Kareem

You ain't doin' shit that they ain't hatin', I sit and talk on these beats
And push the shit out on the net, they gon' be callin' for me
And I'll hang that shit right up and tax yo' ass on a feat
I told you give me while I'm free, you in denial to me

Walk in and lay this shit right out and get the f*ck out the seat
This fat ass whip gon' take me up and out the stretch like I'm Pete
If I ain't get it off the hustle, I'll never be me
Sittin' around stuck with no cash, you like a dojo to be

Chillin' around with the red nose, can't even be around me
Don't give a f*ck about what it was, but y'all can never compete
Smooth, my homies call me Smooth
Smooth beats, you hear me
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Smooth, my homies call me Smooth
It's the Smooth Beatz, baby
Man, I gotta have some shit comin' in
Might as well need all of those hands

Bein' a mom, draggin' bags, I go out shoppin' for my twin
Never gave a f*ck about no friends, just want my love, man
Can't wait to trip out on these stacks, I'm livin' life with my twin
I'm Mary Jean, man, with the dunks, I'm comin' down with my friends

Shit, I'd rather be with my son, he with me punchin' in
Could be out travelin' the world when I ain't too good with the bands
Tellin' out on shows, bringin' your hoes and your friends
My plan's to live up on the beach somewhere it's hot on the sea

These niggas try to imitate, but they can never be Steve
They doin' false shit in their life and start to make believe
It's sad they get right on that stand, they be right back in the streets
Got second chicken like a foster, the one on ground beef

And in the feature stream, they're not people tellin' me he
I'm puttin' all this shit on the mic and it's hard to compete
They know what the f*ck be goin' on, that tax ain't smooth on the beat
Don't even ask me for no features, you ain't got no cheese

I'm really pushin' this shit out, it's gon' never be free
3-5 of truffles and my wood blowin' down in the leaf
And every passin' out my wood, man, I smell all them seeds
A full walk up on my cup, gon' see it through the cream

That shit is hot, you noddin' off and it's still seein' dreams
Man, anywhere I need it, meals, no cap, finer themes
They know my name, walk in the club, gon' watch the bitches sing
Big ass 40 with the switches, don't let that bitch ring

This clip ain't leavin' out no stitches till you to that one dream
Fast ass car behind the whip, I'm livin' right off the scene
Rock Louis V up on my feet, don't like them big ass B's
I'm a cool nigga behind the tape, but don't smoke on my trees

They puttin' dick all in your bitch, she love to swallow some seeds
I got that shit figured out in life, you thought you couldn't achieve
Always bossin' like a butterfly, cause I'ma sting like a bee
And that's the finest from the quarter, restin' up to the king

I've been the beast in the distro, kid, I'm droppin' hella EPs
Too many singles in the vault, won't drop no tape with a feat
Only the family in my eyes, them bad intentions been seen
I'm livin' life above the rim, I take a shot like Kareem

You ain't doin' shit that they ain't hatin', I sit and talk on these beats
And push the shit out on the net, they gon' be callin' for me
And I'll hang that shit right up and tax yo' ass on a feat
I told you give me while I'm free, you in denial to me

Walk in and lay this shit right out and get the f*ck out the seat
This fat ass whip gon' take me up and out the stretch like I'm Pete
If I ain't get it off the hustle, I'll never be me
Sittin' around stuck with no cash, you like a dojo to be

Chillin' around with the red nose, can't even be around me
Don't give a f*ck about what it was, but y'all can never compete
Smooth, my homies call me Smooth
Smooth beats, you hear me
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Writer: Steven Martinezp
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Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Steven Martinezp

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