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Sup Mate (feat. Future)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Sup Mate (feat. Future) was released on August 16, 2019 by 300 Entertainment/Atl as a part of the album So Much Fun

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Future

Vocals

Young Thug

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dwan Avery

Songwriter

Jacob Canady

Songwriter

Jeffery Williams

Jeffery Williams

Songwriter

Nayvadius Wilburn

Nayvadius Wilburn

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Joe LaPorta

Mastering Engineer

ATL Jacob

Producer

Alex Tumay

Mixing Engineer

BAINZ

Recording Engineer

DY

Producer

Flo Ongonga

Recording Engineer

Fxxxxy

Recording Engineer

Shaan Singh

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yellow tape, I put that on

Hold up, wait, life's great

Hold up, wait, ice skate

Hold up, wait, crime pay

Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob)

20 cars, matte black

Surfin' at a Ritz Carlton

Two pink toes, poof, poof

[Verse 2]

Oxycontin what I piss

Flip it to the dog like a dish

Accept the loss before I quit

She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris

[Verse 3]

What's up, mate? Got cake, mate

Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (Woo)

Got cups, mate (Woo, ooh)

No fucks, mate (Woo, mate)

Give no fucks, mate (Woo, geeked, mate)

I'm up, mate (Woo, outta shape)

It's up, mate, I buck, mate

I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (Woo)

Got cups mate, no fucks mate (Woo)

Let's fuck, mate (Woo)

Fucked my classmate (Woo)

Fuck, shit, let's splash, mate (Woo)

(Or suck that shit, let's splash, hey)

[Verse 4]

Smokin' on loud, we don't fuck around with y'all

Wanna try this shit, let me know

We prepare first and then Columbine

Trenchcoat, under a ****'s sleeve

[Verse 5]

Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (Pussy ass ****)

Wipe his nose (Slatt)

Wipe his nose (Wipe your nose)

Wipe his nose (Wipe your nose

Wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)

Wipe his nose (Wipe your nose)

Wipe his nose

[Verse 6]

Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up

Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (Woo)

Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm fuckin' around

Smokin' on loud, we don't fuck around with y'all

[Verse 7]

What's up, mate? (Woo)

Got the blicky, featherweight (Woo)

The cash, I bake the cake woo

Aye, what's brackin', mate? (Woo)

I just sniper, mate (Woo)

Chain on hydrate, mate (Woo)

Get no sleep, mate (Woo)

I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape

[Verse 8]

Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a fuckin' devil

20 tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (Woo)

I don't gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em

Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles

[Verse 9]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch wanna hit her a lick

Bitch wanna suck on the dick

Bitch wanna get her a brick

Bitch wanna fuck on a bitch

Bitch wanna fuck on the clique

Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it, ugh

Step on the floor, now I'm lit

[Verse 10]

Wipe his nose, wipe her nose

Kick a door, keep the Ruger

Put the pole in his ho, bend her over

Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover

[Verse 11]

I'm so high, all I can say is "Woo, woo, woo"

I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo"

Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh)

Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (Fuck it)

[Verse 12]

Count a half and another

I can never be a facade, relative

Up to the sky with my mom, brothers

They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders

[Verse 13]

Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo

Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou

Hood ****, pay it in full, I'm a black Jew

What's poppin'? Ladies I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick

What's poppin'? Ladies, bitches love a ****'s accent

Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid

I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors

Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin'

Gucci socky on my feet

Sloppy toppy, keepin' it neat

One, two, three, I got freaks

Ooh, four girls on fleek

Ooh, bad and saditty

Ooh, ass and her titties

Ooh, that ting litty

And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo, ooh, ooh

I crushed up an X pill in her asshole, ooh, ooh

50 round clip, got my Draco, ooh, ooh

I should, I should teach drug classes, ooh, ooh

I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes, ooh, ooh

Money on my mind, I'm a nympho, ooh, ooh

[Verse 14]

Ass and her titties, ooh

That ting litty, ooh

Ass and her titties,ooh

That ting litty, ooh

Ass and her titties, ooh

That ting litty, ooh

Written by: Dwan Avery, Jacob Denzal Canady, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Jeffery Lamar Williams

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