Supa Bowl LVIII - feat. 454

Riding round town and I'm stamped
Put so much work Ii done caught me a cramp
Riding round town in a brand new Lam
Give a fuck what he saying lights out like a lamp
You following trends I'm being myself
I play with them bands I feel like Hugh Hef
It's wrapped in Saran you know that it's fresh
We stepped out in Paris but ain't touch a crêpe
I fuck with they jackets but I bought a belt
We do the mathematics and see where they slipped
Pour up some Hypnotic in back of the VIP
Walk round with that rocket I know that I'm him
Jit get outta pocket we leaving 'em here
Slangin' bullets apocalyptic like a spear
In the party I feel it deeply in my spirit
If I up right now he gon' know that I'm serious
We so up right know it's oblivious
Jit stop playing with that fire who you kidding with
Kinda hurt how you die learned to live with it
Supposed to cool that shit down you ain't listen then
Calm the pain taking rounds of the insulin
Karma came I been ducking since 2010
On my name give a fuck on my images
Cause its deeper than me what the message is, go

Riding round town and I'm stamped
Put so much work Ii done caught me a cramp
Riding round town in a brand new Lam
Give a fuck what he saying lights out like a lamp
You following trends I'm being myself
I play with them bands I feel like Hugh Hef
It's wrapped in Saran you know that it's fresh
We stepped out in Paris but ain't touch a crêpe
I fuck with they jackets but I bought a belt
We do the mathematics and see where they slipped
Pour up some Hypnotic in back of the VIP
Walk round with that rocket I know that I'm him
Jit get outta pocket we leaving 'em here
Slangin' bullets apocalyptic like a spear
In the party I feel it deeply in my spirit
If I up right now he gon' know that I'm serious
We so up right know it's oblivious

I'm so high right now it's ridiculous
Got some demons won't go live with 'em
Watch yo' tone nigga check on yo' temperature
If that bag on the floor better pick it up
Nigga paid for the sauce I ain't give 'em nun,'
Met my head caught a piece at the Cinnabon
Them boys put up a fight gotta give it to em
She so bad I'ma let her play innocent
Addy bite I'm off 20 some milligrams
Feel like Diddy I shimmy tryna build the bands
Paid 'em cash you can keep wat the difference is
How you still on your dick and not sick of it
Not the nigga to come and fake kick it wit
I can't lie I'm too blunt know she sick of me
Told my bitch go find a new nigga then
Thanking Allah I'm here for another day
Any time it can go any other way
Yo' bitch pretty don't let her get close to me
I got killas who with me out overseas
You can't take no mo' swag I had coded it
Know them crackas take pics I'ma pose for it
For my soldiers who gone I'm pour the liq
Bitch I mean what I say you can quote the shit
Bitch I meant what I said ain't no taking back
Yea you work with them folk gotta live with that
Go dig up yo' brother and get 'em back
You can't bring up some shit I said that ain't facts
You can't hate on the gang cause you know we lit
And if 12 on my ass I'm floor da bitch
I'm up top I still thug on my Florida shit
Me and Will city boys but real Florida jits

Riding round town and I'm stamped
Put so much work Ii done caught me a cramp
Riding round town in a brand new Lam
Give a fuck what he saying lights out like a lamp
You following trends I'm being myself
I play with them bands I feel like Hugh Hef
It's wrapped in Saran you know that it's fresh
We stepped out in Paris but ain't touch a crêpe
I fuck with they jackets but I bought a belt
We do the mathematics and see where they slipped
Pour up some Hypnotic in back of the VIP
Walk round with that rocket I know that I'm him
Jit get outta pocket we leaving 'em here
Slangin' bullets apocalyptic like a spear
In the party I feel it deeply in my spirit
If I up right now he gon' know that I'm serious
We so up right know it's oblivious



Credits
Writer(s): Willie Wilson, Niontay Hicks
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