Supply & Demand

Lyrics
[Intro] Uh huh, uh huh Brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah Brr, hm, ow Lord Lord [Verse 1] Guitars is wicked, I massage the biscuit (Massage the biscuit) So many people want my vibes, I should charge for visits, uh (Charge that nigga 4K) Long arms like AD, Range like the Ray (Huh?) In the game like a champ, gettin' paid while I vent (Woo) When Bless let the drums in, that machine gun blast (Brrr) The windows 'bout to crack and y'all gon' clean up glass (Haha) It's stacks in my safe, the straps on my waist (Waist) I told them I was hungry and they laughed in my face (Huh) While you was on the channel surfin', I was hammer burstin' (Boom boom) Raw move fast like the jaw on a Spanish person (Mira) Off-whitе face mask, walk like "Take cash" (Huh) Your lady got that muggеr, so it's small like [?] My H go for 90 (90), my state code is grimy (Grimy) See me eatin' so these pussies, wanna Draco and line me (Line me) Black ice in my veins (veins), and I'm nice with the aim (Let's go) Went broke 'cause he went and spent his life on a chain, huh [?], nigga, that cheap ass chain Pussy went broke, 'cause he spent his life on a chain, huh, huh I know yo' grills is fake too Went broke 'cause he went and spent his life on a chain [Verse 2] I'm paid out the ass (uh-huh), the gauge out the stash (Boom boom) No more countin' money, we just weigh it out the bags (Weigh that shit, bro) Roll a Backy full of pressure, still I accurately'll measure (Uh-huh) Strictly G's to the M's, Lord, that's the only letters (Woo) Mask on, metal out, now we finna eat (Eat) Quick blast then we petal out, blowin' Skinny Pete (Skinny Pete) My face on the screen sent chills up my spine (Chills up my spine) I replaced all my dreams with these deals I'mma sign, uh (Huh) Hardest worker ever and the smartest with the cheddar (Smartest with the cheddar) I split it with my Lordies 'cause we started this together (Started this together) I don't want no smoke, homie, I just wanna rhyme (Yap) Doin' shows across the globe, droppin' projects all the time (Woo) Level up the ladder, yellow cups fill my bladder (Pass that one) Sellin' puff 'til my pockets all stuffed with this cabbage (Ching) I got fans out in Shanghai, that let that thang fly (Boom boom) Some G's out Belize, bakin' lemon meringue pie, hahaha [Verse 3] Each verse cost a plate, we skrt across the state (Skrr) Never know we beefin', 'til I burst off the 8 Stages I be ownin', big braids like I'm Samoan I'm wavin' and I'm flowin' cuz it's payin' at the moment Belovey, my whip got a 30 day Visa Its' foreign like my niggas that be servin' great pizza My steppers cost a half pound, weapons in the background Walked in on that bullshit, I'm bustin' with that MAC round Long winded smokin', I be speakin' strong sentence You softer than a big ass that keep a thong in it (Yeah, I had to sing that part for you bitch ass niggas) I said you softer than a big ass that keep a thong in it, uhuh (Pussy) [Outro]
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Credits
- Writers
- Flee Lord