Entro
SupaDaGawd
You know how I do it
Uh
You could
Never amount
To nothing better
Fuck your cheddar
If that's your measure
Homie I'm a go getter
(Roof)
Tell my dogs
To go and get ya
Go and teach him lesson
Fuck depression
Came up flexing
Homie who you stressing
Late night
Getting right
Miss my boys
All the time
Yea that's no lying
Hope they see
A nigga shine
Still reppin
With my 4's high
Attitude yea for the cold time
Fuck around yea you get clocked cold
Bad shorty
Gotta still
Pull out whoa
Cause she just
Going end up solo
Only got time for the code
Yea I'm gonna own your course
Staying on course
Shorty watch porn for a course
Come and fill your mouth
Full meal
Got to impress
The boss whoa
Gotta cut
If they loss
Had take a loss
By the cut
Is you loyal or what
Can I trust you or what
Got respect or what
Give a shit bout your love
Don't mean shit
To a thug
Homie
We ain't grow up with that shit
So I tell my shorty don't quit
Gotta have faith for the kid
Switched it around
Had faith on the uh
Told her that I matter
Let them know what it is
Let them know what it (yea)
She know where it go
Tell her here go go
She grab that brick
Yea dolo
My last one told me no no
I guess she wasn't comfortable
Hey so l slid out through the backdoor
Ain't stopping me from the cash flow
Ain't stopping me from the fucking dream
Imma split this here with my yea
1 2 3
In this bitch
Like 3 of me
Hey
4 5 6 smoking
These joints
Like 6 of me
Hey
Collecting
All of these bad habits
It's In my blood this automatic
Can't enjoy this sober
Specially if we dying tragic
Got love
For this color
They ain't got love for a brother
She ain't never seen it in person
Learned she can't find another
Come and check it out
Oh I drip now
More cash at
Where the stash at
Shit lit now
Shit fire there
Go and pass that
Boy going hard
This a hard attack
Where I'm from
Yea niggas heart cold
Bloodline yea charcoal
That type you don't cross no no
Hey
Oh its Dracula
Shorty suck that shit
Go and back it up
Where I'm from
Most niggas
Don't make it here
Just thought
I had to make it clear
Just thought
I had to remind them
Whoa
Your looking at greatness here
The ones I know
Don't compare
My shorties come in pairs
Buzz going up like stairs
Coltrane killing these beats
I don't really need y'all niggas
Don't care if yall niggas need me
Supa
You know how I do it
Uh
You could
Never amount
To nothing better
Fuck your cheddar
If that's your measure
Homie I'm a go getter
(Roof)
Tell my dogs
To go and get ya
Go and teach him lesson
Fuck depression
Came up flexing
Homie who you stressing
Late night
Getting right
Miss my boys
All the time
Yea that's no lying
Hope they see
A nigga shine
Still reppin
With my 4's high
Attitude yea for the cold time
Fuck around yea you get clocked cold
Bad shorty
Gotta still
Pull out whoa
Cause she just
Going end up solo
Only got time for the code
Yea I'm gonna own your course
Staying on course
Shorty watch porn for a course
Come and fill your mouth
Full meal
Got to impress
The boss whoa
Gotta cut
If they loss
Had take a loss
By the cut
Is you loyal or what
Can I trust you or what
Got respect or what
Give a shit bout your love
Don't mean shit
To a thug
Homie
We ain't grow up with that shit
So I tell my shorty don't quit
Gotta have faith for the kid
Switched it around
Had faith on the uh
Told her that I matter
Let them know what it is
Let them know what it (yea)
She know where it go
Tell her here go go
She grab that brick
Yea dolo
My last one told me no no
I guess she wasn't comfortable
Hey so l slid out through the backdoor
Ain't stopping me from the cash flow
Ain't stopping me from the fucking dream
Imma split this here with my yea
1 2 3
In this bitch
Like 3 of me
Hey
4 5 6 smoking
These joints
Like 6 of me
Hey
Collecting
All of these bad habits
It's In my blood this automatic
Can't enjoy this sober
Specially if we dying tragic
Got love
For this color
They ain't got love for a brother
She ain't never seen it in person
Learned she can't find another
Come and check it out
Oh I drip now
More cash at
Where the stash at
Shit lit now
Shit fire there
Go and pass that
Boy going hard
This a hard attack
Where I'm from
Yea niggas heart cold
Bloodline yea charcoal
That type you don't cross no no
Hey
Oh its Dracula
Shorty suck that shit
Go and back it up
Where I'm from
Most niggas
Don't make it here
Just thought
I had to make it clear
Just thought
I had to remind them
Whoa
Your looking at greatness here
The ones I know
Don't compare
My shorties come in pairs
Buzz going up like stairs
Coltrane killing these beats
I don't really need y'all niggas
Don't care if yall niggas need me
Supa
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Writer(s): Maksim Käthler, Peter Manns
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