Super Rap

Lyrics

[Intro: OnFully] Huh? (Shee, BangThatShit) In the six like a— Uh, in the six like a— Shee [Verse 1: OnFully & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I'm at the derby with a six like Jack Harlow (OVO) If my hood was The Wire, call me Marlo (Call me Marlo) Bro got a stash in the crib like Wells Fargo (Wells Fargo) All these questions that you ask, how would I know? (How would I know?) I'm always at the dinner table, stomach gettin' fat (Stomach gettin' big) Brodie quick to pop that bitch, I'm like, "Chill, relax" If I fuck you, promise, baby, no string attached (Ain't no strings attached) Runnin' off on the plug, you know what come with that (I'm gone) She throwin' ass in circles, I'm tryna hold it steady (I'm tryna hold it steady) Fuckin' both hoes 'cause they ain't bein' messy (Come hеre, ho, bein' messy) Lil' bro'll snipе you, I should call him Wesley (Wesley) I ain't talkin' 'bout no drugs when I'm gettin' fetty My face hot, profile, I gotta stay low Oldhead'll knock your head off like a kangol (Can't do it, oldhead) When that money hit the bank, I dance tango (Shee, I dance kango) My Mexican gettin' that dirty money, call it Peso (Yeah) [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] You know it's us, you see us comin', then just move (Come on) They asked me how I want it at the bank, I said, "Blue me" All my niggas havin' money, baby girl, you can just choose Sippin' lean while I drive and I got Gucci on my shoes (Gucci on my shoes) I can show you how to hit the pedal Real rockstar, I only ride around with heavy metal You broke as hell without no money, boy, go get your shit together She caught me countin' up fifty thousand, now she think I'm finna bust her, yeah I'm right back to the block with this Brodie get to slidin' with that stick, he on some hockey shit (He on some hockey shit) You caught Fully with your ho? Shit, he probably finna knock this bitch (He probably finna knock that bitch) Doin' that shoot 7.62, that's what chop this is (Baow) Niggas die inside they hood, better stay cautious (Better stay cautious) Probably came up with all lames, I was with bosses (I was with bosses) Ain't even walked this nigga down, I had to jog him He tried to take off runnin' from the Glock, that bitch caught him, nigga [Verse 3: BabyTron] Out in public with my main thing, prayin' I don't see my side hoes When we hear it's beef, we rap him up just like a gyro Quarter in the jungo got it lookin' like a pine cone Won't leave without it, treat the Glocky like my iPhone Off an eighth of shrooms, you in the sky zone? Tryna tear his roof off when we spinnin' like a cyclone Yerky got a mind of its own I can't tell you how I'm finna act, got five different modes Totin' five different poles Three hundred dollar meal in Troy, bitch, I'm in Cooper Hawks I done let the driver take a shroom and now the Uber lost Only thing I'm up a million, lil' boy, you super off He gon' let the micro Drac make noise, won't hear my shooter talk My Westside ho got the best head Cuddy turned the East to Zombieland, he servin' pressed tens Young Carmello with the brakes, pass me a headband Dropped an X into my juice, it's fuckin' with my sweat glands When I get married, Ben Frank might be my best man You know the paperwork glass, watch the check scan Eatin' breakfast like a king, lean, eggs, lamb Everything gon' be a game until y'all got on dress pants Sometimes I gotta scratch my head, like what y'all doin' Ain't nobody in y'all clique got jewelry, really, what y'all movin'? Not a single one of y'all done caught a hat, like what y'all shootin'? [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know?