Super Size
Boot up as i wake up nigga i get too damn high
Cop my bitch some new Marc Jacobs we get stupid fly
Light some dope up in this bitch now i can feel the vibe
Got yo bitch grabbing my dick she can't be civilized
I get super high, i get super fried
Ran it up i got some bands my pockets super sized
Put my all up in this shit i swear its do or die
I cant trust none of these niggas can't tell who will lie
Count cash, count racks
Cant go out sad, fuck yo bitch i do not know her name i woke up who is that
Heard that nigga went and bought a chain he had to take it back
That's a fact say its that, i want racks i want cash
They all cap they gone crash, she off X, im off gas told that bitch it wont last
Had to slow down cause im moving too fast
Where was they at i was down on my back
Trying to run up a mufuckin' bag, cant get no money you going out sad
Boot up as i wake up nigga i get too damn high
Cop my bitch some new Marc Jacobs we get stupid fly
Light some dope up in this bitch now i can feel the vibe
Got yo bitch grabbing my dick she can't be civilized
I get super high, i get super fried
Ran it up i got some bands my pockets super sized
Put my all up in this shit i swear its do or die
I cant trust none of these niggas can't tell who will lie
I get super high, i get super fried
Ran it up i got some bands my pockets super sized
Put my all up in this shit i swear its do or die
I cant trust none of these niggas can't tell who will lie
Cop my bitch some new Marc Jacobs we get stupid fly
Light some dope up in this bitch now i can feel the vibe
Got yo bitch grabbing my dick she can't be civilized
I get super high, i get super fried
Ran it up i got some bands my pockets super sized
Put my all up in this shit i swear its do or die
I cant trust none of these niggas can't tell who will lie
Count cash, count racks
Cant go out sad, fuck yo bitch i do not know her name i woke up who is that
Heard that nigga went and bought a chain he had to take it back
That's a fact say its that, i want racks i want cash
They all cap they gone crash, she off X, im off gas told that bitch it wont last
Had to slow down cause im moving too fast
Where was they at i was down on my back
Trying to run up a mufuckin' bag, cant get no money you going out sad
Boot up as i wake up nigga i get too damn high
Cop my bitch some new Marc Jacobs we get stupid fly
Light some dope up in this bitch now i can feel the vibe
Got yo bitch grabbing my dick she can't be civilized
I get super high, i get super fried
Ran it up i got some bands my pockets super sized
Put my all up in this shit i swear its do or die
I cant trust none of these niggas can't tell who will lie
I get super high, i get super fried
Ran it up i got some bands my pockets super sized
Put my all up in this shit i swear its do or die
I cant trust none of these niggas can't tell who will lie
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Writer(s): Juug Jay
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