Super Saiyan
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
Turn it up, you know who it is
She got a phone, tryin' to sneak a pic
I hit a three, but I won't hit a lick
I see it's getting lit, like I'm signed with Bic
Second pick, you ain't getting picked
We saw it coming, y'all just witnessed it
A+ with the penmanship
Big Bs, big businesses
Pop a cider just to take some sips
Full clips, got the scope and grips
Man throwing fits, grizzly hits
Call of Duty, cold with the sticks
See I took this in the kitchen
Girl just took it out the oven
Brodie fed it to the public
Taykey said they gon' love it
Allen put it all together
Mark convinced me that I'm better
D-mo said that imma shine
My girl confirmed in any weather
My brother hit me on my cellular
Keep your pedal to the metal
Keep killing instrumentals
Murder beats, I got several
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
Nobody's perfect, but I think she worth it
She love me on purpose, she know how to work it
A freak in the sheet, like she came from the circus
We started with talkin'
We started with flirtin'
No we don't pop Mollies, stay away from those Xans
Wrapped in them sheets, she my number one fan
She call her two friends, they come join the clan
I stay with three Bs, shouts out to the brand
Yes I'm the man, light skin with a tan
Only 19, on my neck twenty bands
Wrist cost me fifteen, my ears cost me ten
This a new team that we on like I'm Cam
My grass is greener
My flow is cleaner
My flow is meaner, is that why you heated?
Cool, calm, collected, that's just my demeanor
I'm hated like -er, like back in the day
Back in the day when they said it to slaves
Killing with brodie put beats in the grave
Shinin' too much for you to throw shade
I'm all 'bout my chips, so you know I get paid
I'm running the beat, put the key in the Range
My flow is so crazy, my mental insane
My diamonds are wet
But I stay spitting flames
Don't step out of line
Just stay in yo lane
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
Turn it up, you know who it is
She got a phone, tryin' to sneak a pic
I hit a three, but I won't hit a lick
I see it's getting lit, like I'm signed with Bic
Second pick, you ain't getting picked
We saw it coming, y'all just witnessed it
A+ with the penmanship
Big Bs, big businesses
Pop a cider just to take some sips
Full clips, got the scope and grips
Man throwing fits, grizzly hits
Call of Duty, cold with the sticks
See I took this in the kitchen
Girl just took it out the oven
Brodie fed it to the public
Taykey said they gon' love it
Allen put it all together
Mark convinced me that I'm better
D-mo said that imma shine
My girl confirmed in any weather
My brother hit me on my cellular
Keep your pedal to the metal
Keep killing instrumentals
Murder beats, I got several
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
Nobody's perfect, but I think she worth it
She love me on purpose, she know how to work it
A freak in the sheet, like she came from the circus
We started with talkin'
We started with flirtin'
No we don't pop Mollies, stay away from those Xans
Wrapped in them sheets, she my number one fan
She call her two friends, they come join the clan
I stay with three Bs, shouts out to the brand
Yes I'm the man, light skin with a tan
Only 19, on my neck twenty bands
Wrist cost me fifteen, my ears cost me ten
This a new team that we on like I'm Cam
My grass is greener
My flow is cleaner
My flow is meaner, is that why you heated?
Cool, calm, collected, that's just my demeanor
I'm hated like -er, like back in the day
Back in the day when they said it to slaves
Killing with brodie put beats in the grave
Shinin' too much for you to throw shade
I'm all 'bout my chips, so you know I get paid
I'm running the beat, put the key in the Range
My flow is so crazy, my mental insane
My diamonds are wet
But I stay spitting flames
Don't step out of line
Just stay in yo lane
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
Triple Bs, I'm the man
I'm leveled up, I'm super saiyan
You said I can't, but I can
Triple Bs got the plan
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
I had to stunt on my haters
I had to show 'em who's boss
I had to flex on my haters
Diamonds, they drippin' in sauce
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Steven Brown, Lonzo Ball, Kenneth Dickerson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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