[Intro: Supa Bwe]

One, hut, Two, hut

Three, hut, four, hut

One, hut, Two, hut

Three, hut, four, hut

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I’m there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there, there, there (Three, hut, four, hut)

[Pre-Chorus: Supa Bwe]

These bitches be trippin' and childish

She actin’ all bougie, lil' bitch I got mileage

If your nigga broke, then go get you a pilot

'Cause I'm high as fuck while I'm flyin' to islands

My bitch lookin' foreign, same place DJ Khaled from

These bitches boring, they act like Kardashian's

I want to fuck but just hit from the back of them

Heard there’s a party, inviting a pack of ’em

[Chorus: Supa Bwe]

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I’m there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I’m there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

[Verse 1: Supa Bwe]

I'm big bully proof, nigga

I would hate me too, I probably would, nigga, yeah

I'm going pearly whirly

Niggas tweakin' cause they blue, I probably could, nigga, yeah

I'm going Hollywood

I can't hear now because you wasn't blood, you wasn't there (Hollywood)

Horror story, but I made it out

While my niggas' books still there

I'm going Hollywood, nigga

I would hate me too, I probably would, nigga, yeah (Hollywood)

This too much truth for you Hollywood niggas

Life's not fair (Hollywood)

Big Glock on me, flex revival, try me, aim it your hair

She put it on me like a chair

I wish a nigga would, double dare

[Pre-Chorus: Supa Bwe]

These bitches be trippin' and childish

She actin' all bougie, lil' bitch I got mileage

If your nigga broke, then go get you a pilot

'Cause I'm high as fuck while I'm flyin' to islands

My bitch lookin' foreign, same place DJ Khaled from

These bitches boring, they act like Kardashian's

I want to fuck but just hit from the back of them

Heard there's a party, inviting a pack of 'em

[Chorus: Supa Bwe]

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

[Verse 2: Iman Shumpert]

A seat at the table to say the least

I do not fit in with niggas that never eat

I do not talk to no woman that think it's sweet

Had a few comments since everyone mad at me

I got a bag on me, I got a bag on me

I guess I lend all my ears to the faculty

Move the money like Lindsay and Master P

Daughter a genius, my wife is a masterpiece (Yeah)

Pack of 'em, I got a pack of it

Back of the party, that's accurate

Actin' like I ain't got nothing to lose

'Cause I ain't got nothin' to prove (I ain't got nothin' to prove)

I'm in the cut with a move

Please, do not step on my shoes

You try to play me, you lose

All that stuntin' you do

All that frontin' you don't move it

[Pre-Chorus: Supa Bwe]

These bitches be trippin' and childish

She actin' all bougie, lil' bitch I got mileage

If your nigga broke, then go get you a pilot

'Cause I'm high as fuck while I'm flyin' to islands

My bitch lookin' foreign, same place DJ Khaled from

These bitches boring, they act like Kardashian's

I want to fuck but just hit from the back of them

Heard there's a party, inviting a pack of 'em

[Chorus: Supa Bwe]

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)

I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)