Misdemeanor Your Stepdad (Ft. Tae Retro)

[Intro: Your Stepdad]
Ayy, ayy, haha
Yeah, yeah
Look

[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
She tryna bunny hop on my ding-a-ling, bitch, wait in line (Line)
Stop tryna hit me up in my DM if you wasting time (Time)
You need to dig inside of your bag, don't try to take from mine
What just came from mind, cracking your mama, that's my favorite line (Ayy)
Every day, somehow, bread fall in my lap, then I go broke again
Only way all my secrets get revealed is 'cause my closest friends
You better watch your back, she got a knife, I think she closing in
Might as well fuck her homie, way they act, they gon' be close again
Huh, you can say it's different strokes for different folks
I just fucked this Christian bitch, I got her singing different notes
She came out of Michigan, she say I rap like Lil Boat
Sent her back to Michigan, she lowkey look like Richard Price
Ayy, cold-blooded baby as a— (Uh, damn)
Cold-blooded nigga as a baby, I got dipped in ice
Linked up with this Asian bop, her kitty-kat was dipped in rice
Take her out them Billie jeans, I beat it right like Mr. Mike

[Verse 2: Tae Retro]
Posted with Your Stepdad, not no father figure
When they ask me about the comp', you are not considered
Don't ask the hoes about Tae 'cause they sad and bitter
A nigga tried to throw the ones with me, he is not no stripper
Niggas swear they real, but that's not what they advertising
Heard you ain't winning, boy, you need to start capitalizing
Never speak on plans, Tae Retro, I be strategizing
Nigga tried to throw the problem at me, we simplified it
Heard you tried to slide and got left in a bad condition
Heard you had hoes, why you caught in the act of simping?
It's kinda crazy how these niggas dying over Twitter mentions
And these hoes tell, so I'll never cuff a London Tipton
You the type to— (Alright, hold on)
You the type to talk about somebody, but don't know yourself
Said you want a free what? You done hoed yourself
Niggas rap about it all day but don't know no wealth