SuprString - Intellectual

[Intro: Ruben Slikk & Lofty305]

Superstring

Bang, bang, bitch, bitch (Welcome to the KushPak)

Blaow, blaow, boom, boom (Welcome to the KushPak)

Bling, bling, chyea, pow (Welcome to the KushPak)

Bing, boom, bow, bow

[Verse 1: Lofty305]

Hoes, dro', planet blow, I'm handling my business

Ballin' like a bitch with my personal decision

Got yo' bitches wishin' she could clean my dishes

Line on the plate, yea, go and clean that dish bitch

Lofty's chillin', kush got me spillin'

Swag on the track like tabasco on my chicken

Superstring smokin', that nemo we be pitchin'

Cookin' up tracks like my mama in the kitchen

Yeah man, superstring, in my brain I do my thang

Got ya' main girl on the thang I call my dingalang

Superstring everything, everything fye

Metro Zu like Dragon Ball, because everybody fly

I be smokin' on that Piccalo, and everybody high

And if a nigga quit servin' that mean everybody dry

I be smokin' on that Piccalo, and everybody high

And if a nigga quit servin' that mean everybody dry

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk & Lofty305]

I fuck them hoes, I sell the blow, I flip them hoes, I keep the dro'

Got powder X and purple rose, them potent drugs you fiendin' for

Superstring (We love that shit!), Superstring (We love that shit!)

Superstring (We fuck with it!), Superstring (We fuck with it!)

I fuck them hoes, I sell the blow, I flip them hoes, I keep the dro'

Got powder X and purple rose, them potent drugs you fiendin' for

Superstring (We love that shit!), Superstring (We love that shit!)

Superstring (We fuck with it!), Superstring (We fuck with it!)

[Verse 2: Mr. B The Poshstronaut]

You don't want no drama, young boy Osama

Curin' up that green like Mr. B, he be a farmer

Yo' bitch should be a llama 'cause her neck game is the shit

Made my dick bust a load like a automatic clip

And I see it, don't I rip, like a hymen being split

Pimpin' hoes, dominate like a ventriloquist

I'm the shit, you's a fart, pussy nigga, don't you start

Pimpin' firm, pimpin' fate, and them M's, we apart

Yeah I got them birds like the Pigeon Man on Arnold (Ca-caw)

Them niggas drive through, we serve 'em up like it McDonalds

I keep that kryp', redheads resembling Ronda

Pockets on that fat tip like Rosie O'Donnell

Nigga, yeah, you servin' me? Oh no, boy, that's purgery

I'm cuttin' open bricks as if yo' boy performing surgery

Call it an emergency, my clients need me urgently

To serve 'em with the fix, and in exchange it keeps me splurgin', B