Supervillain

Lyrics

[Intro] "I've been dead once already. It's very liberating. You should think of it as, uh, therapy" "Jack, listen. Maybe we can cut a deal" "Jack? Jack is dead, my friend. You can call me 'Joker'" [Verse 1: BabyTron] Smoking jokes up, this the real Runtz On the road with plastic, unky in the trap with pill dust Blew six figures thinking, "How the fuck I'm still up?" Pull up to your cookout with a skillet, tryna grill some Diabolical, I'm feeling evil off this Wock' soda Got shit moving sitting down but I am not Yoda Air Forces look like Christian Loubs, spill my pop on 'em Backdoor season, better lock it, I don't knock on them [Verse 2: TrDee] Put some holes in him like he SpongeBob Gang opp lurking, if he smart, he won't go live Tryna get some sauce? Your whole team full of Planktons, damn I'll let you go, lick the only thing I'm chasing, ma'am I'ma keep making niggas hate me like a supervillain I don't pat myself on the back, guess I got used to winning Don't ask me 'bout no old hoes 'cause they super finished Real ShittyBoy, we had thrust back with True Religions [Verse 3: StanWill] I ain't gon' lie, this beat weak as fuck Surfing Neiman Marcus with a punch, finna beat it up Whip it out the Fendi boxers, she gon' eat it up We got twenty bop sticks tucked but it's three of us She thinking that her head with a Birkin bag? I'ma ho this bitch Fuck a show-and-tell, if I up it, I'ma blow this bitch I'm the biggest shitter out, you should know this shit Face card scorching, riding 'round with the coldest bitch [Interlude] "Seize him, slaves" "All hail Plankton" "I'm getting outta here" "All hail" [Verse 4: BabyTron] Decepticon and Autobots, we riding 'round in foreign thangs Finna beat the plug ass, why this bow short a eighth? Fuck Ruth Chris and Fleming's, this a Morton's day White Cartiers, they cost yo bills, you can't afford the frames Star player, you be on the bench, we don't perform the same Bitch said that DSM losing? Must be snorting 'caine Akhi with Habibi finna slide and start a war with K's Encore coach, LeTron James, I do more than play [Verse 5: TrDee] Wealthy did the tee, manifested what I am soon Still winning, know them boys confused in the film room Only time dawg bust some shit was in the bedroom In the back of the long sleeve with some legroom Want a ride or die, I've been looking for my Harley Quinn Wintertime means it's time to stack it tall as Alex Lin The cat really don't hit on shit but the head a ten Fuck beef, catch me on some paper, Dee just like a pen [Verse 6: StanWill] BAPE trunks hit for 350, I ain't swimming in 'em Looking Christian in my Diors but I be sinning in 'em Thirty round, fuckers get the drop then we spinning with 'em If it ain't two hunnid on my dash then I'm in the rental Roundhouse kick her out the whip, she ain't blowing balls You think it's a plain white tee? Bitch, you don't know the cost He was acting big tough till I broke his jaw Catch him on the porch, .223s, they gon' mow his lawn [Outro] "But I'll tell you now what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying, little planet. I'm gonna enjoy it"