Super Charged

I just poured a 2 of drink
I know lil shawty wanna thug me
Why this gun up on my waist
Cuz I know God can only judge me

Movin' bags everyday
Fuck that boy I don't give a fuck what they say
Tell my mama
I been dealin' with some pain

Two hundred on it, they can't afford this
Tryna be that youngin on the Forbes list
She think she p
she ain't like my pic
She said I'm gorgeous

Ain't no shortage on this stick
But this a Corbin
I swing the chop n broad day, probably bout my mans
She said no head on the first date
I told her stop playin
I put a 50 on the, it won't stop springin

No, we ain't boxin

I just poured a 2 of drink
I know lil shawty wanna thug me
Why this gun up on my waist
Cuz I know God can only judge me

Movin' bags everyday
Fuck that boy I don't give a fuck what they say
Tell my mama
I been dealin' with some pain

Young nigga livin' like he hit the lotto
Bad bitch in yellow and she look like Lotto
Told her give me head and dont' never stop though

A hundred bags from the plug, we gon' move 'em pronto
She hit the wood,
she like this fire and I tell her I know
She hit the wood, I don't talk to hoes
Don't talk about my smoke

Why this gun up on my waist
How I'm movin' through the day
Nigga playin', then he layin
Nigga playin', that's his brain

Wanna crash, feel his Carwreck
She from the hills
she want to toast up in a project
They makin' diss
We tryna to play them in the car, yeah
Two to three, they come hoppin' out
In broad day

I just poured a 2 of drink
I know lil shawty wanna thug me
Why this gun up on my waist
Cuz I know God can only judge me

Movin' bags everyday
Fuck that boy I don't give a fuck what they say
Tell my mama
I been dealin' with some pain



Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Wilson
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