Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
So Supa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vontrel Pringle
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm the type to do what I want
You be the type to do what you can
Blick too big, can't pull up my pants
Guap can't fit, that's too many bands
Boy want fight, catch too many hands
Clickin' on sight, you got too many chances
Ice like some strippers, spend money they dances
Young boss **** got money and handsome
With a dime, that's my baby got attitude tantrums
I ball like a dandy I feel like I'm Danny
That's how I be feelin' when I'm in that phanom
If we slide down ya block just gon' head light the candles
I hang with loose screws like shit got dismantled
Show you ain't enough, think you too much too handle
I stay on my feet like a new pair of sandles
Light up with this blick, like some roaches they scramble
(Woo)
[Verse 2]
Damn I'm too hot in this bitch, I'm on fye in this bitch
So please, don't even try in this bitch
You can die in this bitch
Oh yeah I forgot, I'm high in this bitch
Feel like I popped a pill, can't get higher than this
I pull up get the money get then slide in the mist
Nope, I ain't sorry for this, I been poppin' my shit
So supa big sligga some they won't forget
[Verse 3]
I'm 6'7 but my bag taller than this
When I whip out the bag she hop all on the dick
Man, that bitch 7 feet when she hop on this bitch
Gotta climb up so high, she might fall off the dick
When she slob on the dick I'm not callin' the bitch
Boy, don't step in my face, I might fall in yo shit
I been flexin' on **** and ballin on bitches
One push of a button sligga off in his shit
Hello?
If that ain't the gang then it must be the plug
Hello?
If it ain't for the gas it must be for the mud
Damn
[Verse 4]
That be my neck, my shit drip like faucet
Wet water ice frostin'
Ice out my bitch 'cause she be actin bossy
You ain't talkin' 'bout money my attention you lost it
I just hopped on the beat like I just started walkin'
You ain't makin' a move, why you doing all that talkin'?
I been puffin' on gas be the reason I'm coughin
This blick in my pants be the reason I'm walkin
Goin' hard every season be the reason I'm on it
Ain't no going back to that wheat and bologna
[Verse 5]
I think I see a opp 12 O'Clock on the dot yeah
I think imma bust with this glock I just got the new bitch get em shot, yeah
I think I see a thot 12 O'Clock on the dot, yeah
I'm just tryna bust this lil' bitch, she can't come to the spot, yeah
(Woo)
Damn I'm too hot in this bitch, I'm on fye in this bitch
So please, don't even try in this bitch
You can die in this bitch
Oh yeah I forgot, I'm high in this bitch
Feel like I popped a pill, can't get higher than this
I pull up get the money get then slide in the mist
Nope, I ain't sorry for this I been poppin' my shit
So supa big sligga some they won't forget
Written by: Vontrel Pringle

