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PERFORMING ARTISTS
So Supa
So Supa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vontrel Pringle
Vontrel Pringle
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WokeVI
WokeVI
Producer

Lyrics

Moncler drippin' double g on my waistline Four or five stacks by the ten, I'ma make mine On go I can't stop like somebody cut my brake lines I pull up nigga running like I told 'em hit the baseline You ain't gettin' no money stop all that flagon His block like butter, when we hit it, we slidin' When I click on that trigger, make bullets start flyin' It ain't safe for no nigga, If I shoot niggas dyin' When up with the stick then the mommas start crying The cops gone come hit the block with the sirens And I am really crazy, I should be in an alliance If your ass wanna die then play with your time And the bitch thought It's sweet tryna play with my mind Then I hit her from the back, and I'm breakin' her spine Then I dip on a bitch just for wastin' my time Can't fuck with a hoe 'cause she always lying I just jump on the rocket preparing for take off You snatch what I earn 40 blowin' yo face off I been had the juice, I just needed a break off Bulldog status, pockets filled with cabbage I pull in the money attract like a magnet Say, "Ma, where the smoke" n' she reachin' in cabinet Say, "Bro, where the opp" n' he send me a Addy Doodle doo, doo, that's guap mathematics Yo' gang wanna problem, I give out subtraction Won't let off the Glock till' I feel satisfaction It's 4SL and we step over savage Red carpet thru ya hood tryna have me walk thru Real big sligga betta' watch who you talk to No cap one call my sligga one off you And them big presidents only people I talk to I'm vapin' all night, ain't got no time to snooze They ain't wanna let me in So I'ma make my room, smoking on pressure This shit givin' me the blues I'ma real ass nigga I'm some you not suppose to lose Nigga I win or learn, but I ain't never lose Bridges was burned, I got these bitches choosin' Blowin' on gas, I'm kicking and cruising Up makin' money, Ain't got no time for snoozin' Bitch, I'ma dog, Supa a beast They done fucked, let me off of the leash I just got a check just like Nike Elite Quick, get'em gone, erased delete Won't talk to these bitches because they get aggy This guap in my pocket, my pants lookin' baggy I smoke me a blunt then gon' fix me a sandwich Then hop in the booth and spit out some damage I'm happy as fuck got more guap than my daddy A brand-new bitch and she just came from paris And she call me daddy, but I'm not her parent Stick with a scope got some bullets for sharin' Fuck all that painin' It's back to the trappin' Rob me a nigga then cop me a jacket Keep me a steel then you get like a packet New Glock call it ghetto because that bitch ratchet Chain so bright you might need solar glasses I chop of ya hands if a bitch try to snatch it Fuckin' on bitches while skipping my classes You hate on the drip, but you still try to match it Thought you was cool, but you snake, you a faggot You sneak on my girl n' act like it didn't happen I catch you a traffic, I'm workin' my magic I made that bitch stretch her throat like elastic I told my momma, I savage can't like a addict I knock a bitch out if she touch on my fabric Ball on the Glock, I'ma pass it like magic Been stuck in the trenches, one chance I'ma grab it
Writer(s): Vontrel Pringle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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