Supafly

Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up chandelier, you playing you won't see tomorrow
Moving like the mob, we driving fast inside these fancy cars
Brick house, three-car garage, I'm living large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feeling super fly
Wockesha in one liter got me floating, bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shooting stars
I got far from playing my cards right, young nigga super smart

Solo in that two-door supafly, plus I'm the hero
Juiced up feed my ego, yeah, you know I got that lingo
I was out there, I was too broke
Now I'm out there with the white folks
Invest in so much real estate, can't see my bank get too low
Remember praying for a come up, I was hustling for the bills

Now I live that life, a different whip at every crib
Invested in a truck, I get a check without the deal
Real trap nigga, remember I was hustling out the crib
Risk-taker, but you know that come with how I live

I'm a bitch-taker, all I do is smile and she come here
I been winning for some years, little nigga, let's just get it clear
You can't catch this SRT, fuck around get left up in the rear

Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up chandelier, you playing you won't see tomorrow
Moving like the mob, we driving fast inside these fancy cars
Brick house, three-car garage, I'm living large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feeling super fly
Wockesha in one liter got me floating, bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shooting stars
I got far from playing my cards right, young nigga super smart

Juiced up full of doe, I'm feeling good, so hide your hoe
Drip from head to toe, attention when I hit the dough
I don't do features if you ain't paying the fee
That's some that you should know
Did it fast, and fled the scene
Say he got hit up by a ghost, poof

Two-door, this a coupe, I ain't solo got your boo
Bust her down can't get her off me
This hoe stuck like super glue
Straight to the top, I ain't need no wings, but you can say Big Fizzle flew
1K 4L this shit ain't new, been like that since middle school

I'm a real nigga
Come straight out that bottom, he a problem
They can't deal with them
Gossip like these hoes, these niggas bitches
I can't deal with them
Record label come, I need a mill', or I can't deal with them
Keep that Tommy on me like I'm Hilfiger

Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up chandelier, you playing you won't see tomorrow
Moving like the mob, we driving fast inside these fancy cars
Brick house, three-car garage, I'm living large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feeling super fly
Wockesha in one liter got me floating, bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shooting stars
I got far from playing my cards right, young nigga super smart



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Jeremiah Northern, Randarius Caruthers
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