$uper Fire (feat. Young Khirbz)
Yeah, yeah yeah ok
Don't got on no Vans
But every time I step, I advance
Ok! shorty cool but she a fan
We opposites girl
Ye I'm hot like a tan
It's a musical I got these bands (Yeah)
I just pray that Jah bless my land (Yeah)
Shorty eyeing me cause she a fan
I might jump out this
I'm on super vibes!
Girl you could confide in the kid, yeah!
Super fire!
Remind me of my vibes just a bit
Need my crib supersized
Like it come with fries and a drink
We ain't picking sides, we be on the side that's legit
Super thigh's girl you looking finer than shit
I'm on super vibes!
Girl you could confide in the kid!
Super vibes!
We be on a vibe just a bit
We on super vibes, we be on some vibes getting lit!
I told y'all niggas I'm sick, go wipe your nose down
My bro stay with the flame
Go bring the hose out
Balance out my negatives, subtracting all my foes out
All my Opps way beneath
They tasting toes now
Pocket's do the fitness
Yeah okay my pocket's swollen now
Like it jumped out the gym, moved on it's own now
Keep my faith in Christ!
Okay okay, yeah I'm on go now
I just jumped back on road
Yeah I'm on road now
Trying to help my mom with this rent
Take my shorty straight from the streets to the pent!
Full time hitta, if you talking about this drip
Starbucks different type of bands
Ain't talking about no drink!
Spitting diamonds what I say is a gem!
On some different type of timing like my currency yen
Baby girl, yeah you know what it is
Pray Jesus come through and he take away my sins!
Like how the fuck
I'm going to get comfortable, I ain't made enough
I'm counting up
Stacking this paper, soon as I'm waking up
Cause life is tough
Not a soul I trust
They be looking sus
Always pocket watching, keep it tucked
Let a nigga bluff
Sticking to the mission, nigga switched the plan
Yeah
Shorty did me dirty need a hundred bands
Throw dirt on my name, you going to need a hundred man's
Got a lot of Opps
Catch me if you can
Yeah pull-up!
Bring the strap
Nigga you know we don't tussle
I'm in my bag
Bitch you know, I'm in my duffle
Came straight out the mud, straight out the struggle
Stack that money up!
You know I'm about my hustle!
Don't say much I let my actions do the talking, yeah
Super fire!
I'm like Bowser when I'm spitting
Ain't it funny I turn nothing into something
Now the shorty want the love
But I ain't cuffing who you kidding
I ain't cuffing who you kidding
Don't got on no Vans
But every time I step, I advance
Ok! shorty cool but she a fan
We opposites girl
Ye I'm hot like a tan
It's a musical I got these bands (Yeah)
I just pray that Jah bless my land (Yeah)
Shorty eyeing me cause she a fan
I might jump out this
I'm on super vibes!
Girl you could confide in the kid, yeah!
Super fire!
Remind me of my vibes just a bit
Need my crib supersized
Like it come with fries and a drink
We ain't picking sides, we be on the side that's legit
Super thigh's girl you looking finer than shit
I'm on super vibes!
Girl you could confide in the kid!
Super vibes!
We be on a vibe just a bit
We on super vibes, we be on some vibes getting lit!
I told y'all niggas I'm sick, go wipe your nose down
My bro stay with the flame
Go bring the hose out
Balance out my negatives, subtracting all my foes out
All my Opps way beneath
They tasting toes now
Pocket's do the fitness
Yeah okay my pocket's swollen now
Like it jumped out the gym, moved on it's own now
Keep my faith in Christ!
Okay okay, yeah I'm on go now
I just jumped back on road
Yeah I'm on road now
Trying to help my mom with this rent
Take my shorty straight from the streets to the pent!
Full time hitta, if you talking about this drip
Starbucks different type of bands
Ain't talking about no drink!
Spitting diamonds what I say is a gem!
On some different type of timing like my currency yen
Baby girl, yeah you know what it is
Pray Jesus come through and he take away my sins!
Like how the fuck
I'm going to get comfortable, I ain't made enough
I'm counting up
Stacking this paper, soon as I'm waking up
Cause life is tough
Not a soul I trust
They be looking sus
Always pocket watching, keep it tucked
Let a nigga bluff
Sticking to the mission, nigga switched the plan
Yeah
Shorty did me dirty need a hundred bands
Throw dirt on my name, you going to need a hundred man's
Got a lot of Opps
Catch me if you can
Yeah pull-up!
Bring the strap
Nigga you know we don't tussle
I'm in my bag
Bitch you know, I'm in my duffle
Came straight out the mud, straight out the struggle
Stack that money up!
You know I'm about my hustle!
Don't say much I let my actions do the talking, yeah
Super fire!
I'm like Bowser when I'm spitting
Ain't it funny I turn nothing into something
Now the shorty want the love
But I ain't cuffing who you kidding
I ain't cuffing who you kidding
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Writer(s): Ezra Daniel
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