Super Loud
Tit's breast, run through
Flick the tongue too
Run through your whole crew
Fuck em up game--harpoon
Focused on some woah new
Justified you're old news
Just came up fame gold too
Been rubbed out that old bruise
Improving, my high score
Still got a mean, right I'm sure
Can't dodge fate, but you want more
Put you on skates, then on the floor
Took em to the bank, hit all the stops
When I step in, hit all the shots
Fixated, on all the guap
Take it back game, Au Revoir
Running through your favorite spot
When they see me jaws drop
Taking off her bra cup
And then I make her drawls drop
Tell that hoe I'm sauced up
Then that hoe got sauced up
They throwing out them numbers
Crew kick game -- Columbus
We'll overdeliver
Bat game, fearless
Swaggers in the mirror
It's never been clearer
Crew kick game -- foot locker
When we get the stomping
Mistletoe flow yeah
We got the speakers bumping
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
You gassed up
You high as fuck
You think you stopping me
Good luck
Wait bruh, I'll catch up
This hoe topping me, good suck
Started out with all my clothes
Now she on top of me, good fuck
Introduce you,
My new nickname
The way I'm chopping them
Wood Chuck
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Running fast, and never slow
Way past, my last foe
All my niggas, is goin pro
Bitch you knew, you had to go
And you ain't even know
When I came in number four
Something kicked inside my whole mentality
Removed any doubt from me
No more hospitality
Now I'm backing round
And see my whole city
Proud of me
Pockets swollen, rocket blowing
Hit you in the head, have you like "woah man"
So damn cold man, bitch I'm frozen
Started off coal black, now I'm golden
Hit you in the face, hit you in the globe man
Kickstand up, now she like women
Another feminist who couldn't
Stick to her game plan
Who's that hanging from the cliff
Kick my old bitch in her hand
It is what it is
Gotta lesbian, her tits worth ten hundred grand
Million dollar progression
You're a million miles a less and
Watch the way you landing
Now she screaming while you screaming
You know the ending
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Supaa
Super
Supaa
Super
Supaa
Super
Flick the tongue too
Run through your whole crew
Fuck em up game--harpoon
Focused on some woah new
Justified you're old news
Just came up fame gold too
Been rubbed out that old bruise
Improving, my high score
Still got a mean, right I'm sure
Can't dodge fate, but you want more
Put you on skates, then on the floor
Took em to the bank, hit all the stops
When I step in, hit all the shots
Fixated, on all the guap
Take it back game, Au Revoir
Running through your favorite spot
When they see me jaws drop
Taking off her bra cup
And then I make her drawls drop
Tell that hoe I'm sauced up
Then that hoe got sauced up
They throwing out them numbers
Crew kick game -- Columbus
We'll overdeliver
Bat game, fearless
Swaggers in the mirror
It's never been clearer
Crew kick game -- foot locker
When we get the stomping
Mistletoe flow yeah
We got the speakers bumping
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
You gassed up
You high as fuck
You think you stopping me
Good luck
Wait bruh, I'll catch up
This hoe topping me, good suck
Started out with all my clothes
Now she on top of me, good fuck
Introduce you,
My new nickname
The way I'm chopping them
Wood Chuck
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Running fast, and never slow
Way past, my last foe
All my niggas, is goin pro
Bitch you knew, you had to go
And you ain't even know
When I came in number four
Something kicked inside my whole mentality
Removed any doubt from me
No more hospitality
Now I'm backing round
And see my whole city
Proud of me
Pockets swollen, rocket blowing
Hit you in the head, have you like "woah man"
So damn cold man, bitch I'm frozen
Started off coal black, now I'm golden
Hit you in the face, hit you in the globe man
Kickstand up, now she like women
Another feminist who couldn't
Stick to her game plan
Who's that hanging from the cliff
Kick my old bitch in her hand
It is what it is
Gotta lesbian, her tits worth ten hundred grand
Million dollar progression
You're a million miles a less and
Watch the way you landing
Now she screaming while you screaming
You know the ending
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, super super loud
Supaa, supaa
Supaa
Super
Supaa
Super
Supaa
Super
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Writer(s): Charles Laney
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