[Intro]

Yeah, ayy, turn my headphones up

Floss, always floss

[Verse]

Ain't nobody messin' with me when I grip the pen

I'm the ille-illest shit to hit this city in a min'

I'm the Bombay? Sippin on gin, spittin' synonyms

Sleeping on me dummy? It's time to get your second wind

I've been winning for a minute, you're not on your second win

You don't have a W, you reckon that I'm wreckin' it

I reckon that you're checkin' me out, I'm just checkin' in

Youngin in the game so they tell me I'm developin'

Hell if I'ma stay irrelevant

To these unintelligent benedicts

Acting like they know rap and they invented it

Wanna be a hip-hop head? Then get ahead of it

Either way, hater stay the hell out of my element, yeah

I'ma shine boy, you ain't getting none of it

Automatic with my 16's, like a gun in it

This is my town and I'm runnin' it

Ain't no gaps in my raps, they wouldn't be holy with a nun in it

Skip the hook, I'ma flow to the fullest

My words are my weaponry, boatload of bullets

Finger on the trigger

Mess with me and it's a recipe for me to teach a lesson

G I'll go ahead and pull it bang!

What's up, that's your girl that your cussin' out

You're mad she's at my show to see what all the fuss about

Front row in that shirt that she's busting out

That'll teach you to trust a ho, man shut your mouth

I ain't for no games, bro keep it to yourself

Why you wearing baby GAP, keep those clothes on your shelf

Hah I'm only kidding, but really though

Drop it to the floor baby, go on, take it really low

Yeah I'm just living life and enjoying it

Staying sucker free and it works like I'm employing it

Okay, word, I'ma kid from the 'burbs

I don't hide it, I just take a beat and ride it better than the herbs

Get it through your thick head, I'm a problem

Don't tie me to wack dudes 'cause I'm not them

Gon' tie me to my crew 'cause I got them

REFS in this beotch, boy that's the squadron

And I'm the emcee that ya slept on

Better get up or expect to be stepped on

I'm prepped with a pep in my step now, so step down

I take a big city, turn it to a Speck town

What you know about the kid who spits spherical lyrical circles

Around these turtles, guess I'll be the hare in this race

If you don't see me, you got hair in your face

I don't need a scrabble board to put a square in his place

You got a chip on your shoulder and got an ape on your back

I got my city on my shoulder and a cape on my back

You wanna step to Superman, you'll get a lesson, in fact

I got a message for you hacks, you ain't messing with Shaq, man

[Outro]

My shit is super floss, my shit is super floss

I don't speak in turn, I'm a super boss

Super this, super that, let's get super sauced, ayy

My shit is super floss, my shit is super floss, yeah

My shit is super floss