Super

Aye aye
Two headshots we got him gone
Aye aye
Rick Owens not Under Armour
Aye aye
Fuck that bitch, I think she your daughter
Aye aye
Hop in the whip I feel like Spartan aye
Cause I'm charging Vlone on me they don't got it aye
Aye pop me like three damn percs, I feel like Lil Gotit
With your BM in my DM feeling like Yo Gotti
Only things that's going down yeah is your shawty
Maserati drifting through the fucking bodies
My bro chop that brick yeah like Karate
She just wanna kid I just want her body aye aye
She just wanna kid I just want her body aye aye
She just wanna kick it I said that's your shawty aye aye
She just wanna kick it like is some Karate aye aye
Fraction of a ticket that's an AP on me aye
She something like a cricket way she hopping on this dick
Making all this money I just spend it then I flip huh
Fucking on this thottie she want dick give her dick

That's your thottie and she be all up on my dick
Ask my homie yeah he had me hold a glick
And my enemies I might just shoot you spit
With the mask on you don't know who fucking did it aye
How much does my outfit cost? It's not your business aye
But just know it costs a lot like hella digits aye
She let me rub up on her spot, that's her kitty
But all you know is she a thot, you petty
And if you don't got a lot then I just pity
You a fool 'cause you drool I'm in your city
Acting stupid when the limelight it be hittin'
Say her kitten tastes like chicken, finger lickin'
Oh no I won't say no names, he brought the glick in
Made a banger of a song I get the tickets
Yeah she super mad that I'm gone she be missin'
And they super mad money long, it be hittin'



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Writer(s): Ian Harris
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