Supercheese
I ride with my slatts
I walk with my slimes
Young nigga relax
Cause you could get tried
No Icey baugettes
Just gold looking fly yeah
We smoking on gas nigga
We flyin first class nigga
Swaggin out high class nigga
Got these bitches clapping ASS nigga
Movin super duper fast nigga
Digy digy dash nigga
When will he pull the trigger
(When nigga)
When will he pull the trigger
Punk nigga
You're a bitch thing simp nigga
I ain't about the disrespect
Move quick nigga
Niggas tryna cross me out when will he pull the trigger
I'm self made telling from the racks in my pocket
Smoking on that gas I'm flying higher than the rockets
I'm dripping harder than a motherfucking Brocken faucet
Wu-Tang forever nigga applying up the cream
Bagging the money vision cop I'm chasin dreams
Pussy boys tryna serve me up with some beef
I tell em cook it well done with some cheese
Cause I'm a kid that never backs down from a feast
Bitch!
Uh!
Ask about me
Why you wylin 4 me in my space
Got my mob
And they all lappin in a figo
Fuck with us get hit up with em
punches and submissions
Your bitch rolling doobies
Say you taught her with a passion
My gang in the vip
You already know what's cracking
Po' me up some surp
This ain't really our setting
We came here to grab some ass
Get the bag and then we dipping.
I walk with my slimes
Young nigga relax
Cause you could get tried
No Icey baugettes
Just gold looking fly yeah
We smoking on gas nigga
We flyin first class nigga
Swaggin out high class nigga
Got these bitches clapping ASS nigga
Movin super duper fast nigga
Digy digy dash nigga
When will he pull the trigger
(When nigga)
When will he pull the trigger
Punk nigga
You're a bitch thing simp nigga
I ain't about the disrespect
Move quick nigga
Niggas tryna cross me out when will he pull the trigger
I'm self made telling from the racks in my pocket
Smoking on that gas I'm flying higher than the rockets
I'm dripping harder than a motherfucking Brocken faucet
Wu-Tang forever nigga applying up the cream
Bagging the money vision cop I'm chasin dreams
Pussy boys tryna serve me up with some beef
I tell em cook it well done with some cheese
Cause I'm a kid that never backs down from a feast
Bitch!
Uh!
Ask about me
Why you wylin 4 me in my space
Got my mob
And they all lappin in a figo
Fuck with us get hit up with em
punches and submissions
Your bitch rolling doobies
Say you taught her with a passion
My gang in the vip
You already know what's cracking
Po' me up some surp
This ain't really our setting
We came here to grab some ass
Get the bag and then we dipping.
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Writer(s): James Mason
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