[Intro]

Niggas (Fuck)

Niggas

Brr (Damn Drako, you made this?)

Brr, brr, brr

It's B6 to you, ho

[Verse]

Soon as I unzip my fucking bag, you know I'm supercharged

I seen a lot, you know exactly what I mean, a young nigga super scarred

Know a lot of niggas who ain't make it past fifteen, they thought they was super hard (Hard)

His face on the grill burnt like carpet, talkin' 'bout supercharge

My hair getting caught up in this necklace, I got stupid shards

I know that the dealer do not like me, I pull super cards (Cards)

This shit really go above and beyond, I'm talkin' 'bout super far

Can't believe she mad 'cause I ain't go home, bitch, I'm a superstar

I pull hella strings from the backstage, I feel like Aerosmith (Aеrosmith)

Backdoor a old nigga thinkin' he my uncle, Robert Dе Niro him

Don't know who the hell had gassed you up but I'm finna Valero him (Valero him)

If I want this shit to work with Ashley, I gotta let go of Kim

Lot of niggas talking just like tongue then they got stepped on, Timbs

Do not leave your Scat' inside the hood, that bitch will get left on rims

Blew off a song named "Ginos," I guess they slept on "Tems"

She ain't get her waxed, but she knows I like the hoes with trims

Dropped a thirty ball in the end game, I guess she ain't watch her film

How the fuck you tryna block the light because your shit so dim?

She just a want a set of Lulu' clothes, I made the ho get Skims

I hit both the hoes in the 'Bnb and they like "Damn, he him"

I just think you lost directive, I get oh-so deceptive

Said that she might get a necklace, she got oh-so possessive

See me at the show, do not reach, I'm like "Oh no, corrected"

So much dog shit up in my pocket but no German Shepard

Head back to the A, my westside ho want wings like lemon pepper

I'ma tailor, take her clothes off, her panties look like leopards

Then I'ma hit back to the east side, you know I'm a EA stepper

How the hell you broke and made a diss? Sign his ass to DJ records

Ain't no way she want some backstage passes, she gotta eat my pecker

She think that I'm cheating when I leave the room, I'm just on the phone, playin' vector

No, this bitch will not be my BM, so I told her, "Eat my nectar"

And you know I got that shit on cam', I feel like the damn director

You know I'ma always make it home, a young nigga shoot like projectors

I could teach a school on how to pop shit and it's gon' be hella semesters

Since I started to blow and I just pop shit, I done seen hella investors

It's so many people counting favors, we call 'em, "Calm and collectors"

It's so many people tuning in, but most of them just be inspectors

I got in a chase like GTA and fucked around, started calling Lester

"What's your ETA?" Bitch, I'm on the way, I'm just tryna reach the objective

The way I'm so flamboyant with my charm, that shit really hella effective

Can't step in my shoes, that angle expensive and you tryna see the perspective

Your bro got of line and you came with him, so you know I'ma treat the collective

Might not be your time, if you dodge my bullet, I can't say the reaper defective

You like quantity over quality, so you chose the cheaper elective