Texty

Js Yeah yeah, they call me svpreme, but it's drilla if you mind Bitch hold up, ain't that what you said I'm manic, frantic, world wide pantic Make ops ill, I'm a damn pandemic You can sell a flow but it is not organic Jawn's flow known as the legend, atlantis Jock jawns aqua We don't hang, you don't match jawns chakra I'm too top notch You rappers not hot I make them look, stop I make the beat drop Yes I been hot, but you not, you on preheat 'Cause you got beat, see my souls for your defeat Aye, he a Birdie, I C why he Duck me Everyone knows that I'm fixing for G's And if you try and say that I am contradicting, condescending, hypocritical Then I will say to cut the shit, I'm grown as fuck, so get your mouth up off my testicle, bitch It's the jugga jugga jugga jawnie With the drilla the killa This one flow gone kill them! G O A T E D, niggas ain't seeing me They numb but I promise they gonna feel it Drilla really witty Jawnie been with it Get it, make them KO, I'm the trillest (Cough) illest I don't see a bitch, like the god damn singer Niggas want smoke, gas, pull my finger They wanted smoke, I use the blunt as my pen Cut they number short now they don't wanna give me my tens You ain't grim, you a pussy hoe, playing pretend I'll read them again its fuck any hoe offend That bitch a dog that's why he be going after my scraps And if I run up in your city, he would not want to scrap I'm never friendly you thought that you was getting some dap don't get slapped where I'm from We call that shit double tap Matter fact I, don't wanna be that guy Whenever they see me I know they peaing like black eye Waist skinnier than cat eye Body giving bad guy I forgot your name bitch I'm sorry but I be that high (uh) Walk up in the room I do not care about the tension Why he speaking on me like he still want my attention All these fat ass bitches really need to stay out the kitchen That hoe thought he ate, only thing he eating is rib tips You not a competitor, you not even competitive Niggas sleeping, somebody gave 'em a sedative I'm not with the negative, so stop with all the narratives Niggas need help, press one for representative I clean a bitch like clorox, bleach You dirty hoes cannot borax, me They mad I sit in the floorox, seats Like a providence monster, better tuck your, sheet Bitch hold up, why they think they banging with the body I don't bodied everybody and now they telling me sorry I ain't trying to work it out, you cann keeo your polities When I see you, we ain't my kicking' it, but I'm doing karate Tell all them hoes that I'm back and I'm better than I am the hottest, your nigga been a fan Back on my bully, they hang like ceiling fans swerve in my lane, that bitch gone have to rent a van Left right left right left right hut Better sit down when I strut my stuff I'm a make em drive the boat, like my name miss puff Gimme more Gimme more, you niggas just not enough You know who the fuck it is (uh oh) S.V.P.R.E.M.E (drilla) It's J.A.W to the N.I.E Bitch hold up
Writer(s): Ja’rell Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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