Lyrics Snoop - Steegey

On my uncle Snoop tip I been sipping gin and juice
Always keep the music loud and all my white tees smooth
Just because I keep it honest she be thinking that I'm rude
But if she can't keep it down might kick her ass up out the room
It's money on the floor, I'm tryna sweep it with a broom
I stay away from fuck shit 'cause it be fucking up my mood
You did a lot of yapping, still ain't ever seen you make a move
I wasn't even rapping, they was hating way before the booth

But bet I keep it player every single time I step out
Wake up with decisions always aiming for the best route
How the fuck you fronting like you got it tryna flex now
Down without an option I had visions of the penthouse
And I can't wait to move in it
Dreams that I had were too vivid
Got up off my ass I knew I had to go get it
Put my phone on DND I need some new digits
Ain't been getting sleep for like three four days
Tryna chase this paper I need way more plays
Same city stuck up in my same old ways
Fake love all around me it's a damn disgrace
How you 35 with kids and still playing with your nose
Always worried 'bout some bitches need to worry 'bout some dough
On my Lil Snupe shit, know I gotta get it gotta go
Had a taste of it, now I'm tryna go and get some more

On my uncle Snoop tip I been sipping gin and juice
Keep the music loud and all my white tees smooth
Just because I keep it honest she be thinking that I'm rude
But if she can't keep it down might kick her ass up out the room
It's money on the floor, I'm tryna sweep it with a broom
I stay away from fuck shit 'cause it be fucking up my mood
You did a lot of yapping, still ain't ever seen you make a move
I wasn't even rapping, they was hating way before the booth

Fuck around and piss me off and you might have to lose a tooth
I do what I want so it's fuck what you assume
No I ain't T Scott but I might be the highest in the room
Ain't gotta send shots, like put 'em up bro what you tryna do
If it's between me and you we know who baby finna choose
She wanna fuck with a winner, bro you been known to lose
Right now I'm ten toes but I can see myself inside a coupe
No I ain't got it yet but I know that I'm finna have it soon
Moving with precision, hustle and ambition
Full 360 still don't see no competition
Oh you think you boujee 'cause you copped a pair of Christians
Probably should've stacked that but let me mind my business
I used to give a damn now I don't really give a fuck at all
Small percentage in my city ever make it out
I think your time done passed like bro you running out of luck
But I'll be here for a minute, that's why I'm never in a rush

On my uncle Snoop tip I been sipping gin and juice
Always keep the music loud and all my white tees smooth
Just because I keep it honest she be thinking that I'm rude
But if she can't keep it down might kick her ass up out the room
It's money on the floor, I'm tryna sweep it with a broom
I stay away from fuck shit 'cause it be fucking up my mood
You did a lot of yapping, still ain't ever seen you make a move
I wasn't even rapping, they was hating way before the booth