MILES by Your Stepdad Lyrics
[Intro: Your Stepdad]
Ayy
Yuki Productions
*Burp* Ayy, shit
Hey, Olly, ah, come on in here, dude
Yeah, ha, yeah
Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
Top so fire, head a sauna
I like to lie, I'm ahead of your honor
'Member the days, I begged for dollars
Now I got the bread like planning for daughters
Really, I'm not prepared for my callin'
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling (*Whistle*)
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling (*Whistle*)
Let's play a game, I'm tryna install it
Eat my shit like a Whatchamacallit
We got finesse, m—
We got finesse, nobody could taught it
TikTok banned me 'cause I said— (Uh)
We gotta go, she touched my wallet
Shorty had me at the lavender polish (*Whistle*)
I like 'em old but I'm averaging college
Damn, damn, damn, damn
[Verse 2: Tae Retro & Cosznmo]
(Uh) I'm way ahead of the game, these niggas know better, critique my intelligence
When I'm in the zone, I stay locked in, outside opinions irrelevant
He thinking he Tae, he out of his mind, we knowing he needing development
We a big three like the '08 Celtics
We direct dissing, I know that he felt it
A three-level scorer, they thinking I'm selfish
They calling me king like that one nigga Elvis
I hit from the back, she want double the helping
The game on lock like it's in a full Nelson
And I'm making hits like John Elton
He not solid, he been telling
I'm watching my back, because these niggas grimy, they don't even need no reason
And I know life ain't what it seems, so I'm tryna find the meaning
She think she the one, I died of laughter because she clearly dreaming
My name Tae and I'm signing off, I had to snap 'fore leaving (Uh yeah)
[Verse 3: Cosznmo]
Ok tweet (Uh), I make him fly like a tweet (Uh)
Coz only come in discrete
She from Miami, you know that she heat
Two twin thots, Zack and Cody, they sweet
And I get to that bag, I'm not talking elite
No control on this Glock, had to alt and delete
Yeah, I keep a pistol, no Pete
Yeah, get a head count like a— (Uh, damn, hold on, yeah, uh)
Can't even finish my sentence
Need a headcount 'cause the Glock took attendance
Opposites, leave with a Glock if you mention (Yeah, uh)
Told her, "Don't add me"
I keep a laser, you never gon' tag me
Remember them hoes said, "You never gon' bag me"
Put the cream on her face like I'm curing her acne (Yeah, nigga, ha, fuck, shit)
[Outro: Cosznmo]
Three-headed fuckin' goat, nigga
Ayy
Yuki Productions
*Burp* Ayy, shit
Hey, Olly, ah, come on in here, dude
Yeah, ha, yeah
Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
Top so fire, head a sauna
I like to lie, I'm ahead of your honor
'Member the days, I begged for dollars
Now I got the bread like planning for daughters
Really, I'm not prepared for my callin'
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling (*Whistle*)
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling (*Whistle*)
Let's play a game, I'm tryna install it
Eat my shit like a Whatchamacallit
We got finesse, m—
We got finesse, nobody could taught it
TikTok banned me 'cause I said— (Uh)
We gotta go, she touched my wallet
Shorty had me at the lavender polish (*Whistle*)
I like 'em old but I'm averaging college
Damn, damn, damn, damn
[Verse 2: Tae Retro & Cosznmo]
(Uh) I'm way ahead of the game, these niggas know better, critique my intelligence
When I'm in the zone, I stay locked in, outside opinions irrelevant
He thinking he Tae, he out of his mind, we knowing he needing development
We a big three like the '08 Celtics
We direct dissing, I know that he felt it
A three-level scorer, they thinking I'm selfish
They calling me king like that one nigga Elvis
I hit from the back, she want double the helping
The game on lock like it's in a full Nelson
And I'm making hits like John Elton
He not solid, he been telling
I'm watching my back, because these niggas grimy, they don't even need no reason
And I know life ain't what it seems, so I'm tryna find the meaning
She think she the one, I died of laughter because she clearly dreaming
My name Tae and I'm signing off, I had to snap 'fore leaving (Uh yeah)
[Verse 3: Cosznmo]
Ok tweet (Uh), I make him fly like a tweet (Uh)
Coz only come in discrete
She from Miami, you know that she heat
Two twin thots, Zack and Cody, they sweet
And I get to that bag, I'm not talking elite
No control on this Glock, had to alt and delete
Yeah, I keep a pistol, no Pete
Yeah, get a head count like a— (Uh, damn, hold on, yeah, uh)
Can't even finish my sentence
Need a headcount 'cause the Glock took attendance
Opposites, leave with a Glock if you mention (Yeah, uh)
Told her, "Don't add me"
I keep a laser, you never gon' tag me
Remember them hoes said, "You never gon' bag me"
Put the cream on her face like I'm curing her acne (Yeah, nigga, ha, fuck, shit)
[Outro: Cosznmo]
Three-headed fuckin' goat, nigga