CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Supercharged
(Young DTM in this motherf**ker, man)
(Hey)
B*t*h, I go stupid hard (Go stupid)
Ayy, this car goin' a lil' bit faster than yours 'cause this b*t*h supercharged (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, .308s shoot, tracer bullets (Pah, pah, pah), b*t*h look like shootin' star (Pah)
Ayy, I just told Lil Tay, "Stay on point", that's my shootin' guard (Ayy, Lil Tay)
Ayy, he think I'm a rapper, hell nah, b*t*h, I ain't no superstar (Aight, come on)
Feel like I work for South Beach totin' the way them bullets lift his car (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we on feet, we hit they block and split up like a damn cigar (Aight, let's go)
Uh, f**k that boy, we put his a** in this cigar (Yeah, uh)
Tryna pull his strings, this ain't no guitar (Uh-uh)
Try to run off with that sack (Pah, pah), I swear that boy ain't make it far (Pah, pah, pah)
Ayy, try to run off with my sack, I swear you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh)
Ayy, I got racks in both my pockets (Racks), still in the field like I'm Lamar (Yeah)
Ayy, we smoke deadmen (Deadmеn), lil' O, grab 'em out the jar (Uh)
Yeah, finеsse that head and then I ask for her car (Let's go)
This b*t*h don't ask no question, she too gangster, she just play her part (She gang)
Ayy, this b*t*h say her daddy the plug, I met that b*t*h at Walmart (Damn)
Ayy, she ain't even know I'm one of them grimy n***as from PT Mini Mart (PT high-end)
Ayy, he ain't even get no chance to move, I up it, then he seen it spark (Pah, pah, pah, pah, fft)
I up it, then he seen a flash (Let's go)
Ayy, puttin' insurance on himself, that's good 'cause we made him crash (Skrrt)
They ain't even book me for this club I walked in, still ended up makin' a bag (Racks)
Yeah, I just turnt up, I already got these f**k n***as mad (How?)
Ayy, these lil' n***as my sons, I swear GetRich they real dad (I swear)
Yeah, go get that switchy 'cause that b*t*h shoot real fast (Fft)
Yeah, lightskin b*t*h got fake hair, but she got real a** (Damn)
Yeah, that n***a got shot seventeen times, that boy some real gas
Yeah, these n***as wearin' that fake-a** drip, b*t*h, we got real splash
Pour up some Wock', now I can't see, like I'm walkin' in tearin' gas (Uh)
Big 2SG, six sh*t, get your b*t*h hit
Gang sh*t, no lame sh*t
Stay in your lane, b*t*h, 'cause you know we bust brains quick
Pah, pah, pah
Fft, fft
(Hey)
B*t*h, I go stupid hard (Go stupid)
Ayy, this car goin' a lil' bit faster than yours 'cause this b*t*h supercharged (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, .308s shoot, tracer bullets (Pah, pah, pah), b*t*h look like shootin' star (Pah)
Ayy, I just told Lil Tay, "Stay on point", that's my shootin' guard (Ayy, Lil Tay)
Ayy, he think I'm a rapper, hell nah, b*t*h, I ain't no superstar (Aight, come on)
Feel like I work for South Beach totin' the way them bullets lift his car (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we on feet, we hit they block and split up like a damn cigar (Aight, let's go)
Uh, f**k that boy, we put his a** in this cigar (Yeah, uh)
Tryna pull his strings, this ain't no guitar (Uh-uh)
Try to run off with that sack (Pah, pah), I swear that boy ain't make it far (Pah, pah, pah)
Ayy, try to run off with my sack, I swear you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh)
Ayy, I got racks in both my pockets (Racks), still in the field like I'm Lamar (Yeah)
Ayy, we smoke deadmen (Deadmеn), lil' O, grab 'em out the jar (Uh)
Yeah, finеsse that head and then I ask for her car (Let's go)
This b*t*h don't ask no question, she too gangster, she just play her part (She gang)
Ayy, this b*t*h say her daddy the plug, I met that b*t*h at Walmart (Damn)
Ayy, she ain't even know I'm one of them grimy n***as from PT Mini Mart (PT high-end)
Ayy, he ain't even get no chance to move, I up it, then he seen it spark (Pah, pah, pah, pah, fft)
I up it, then he seen a flash (Let's go)
Ayy, puttin' insurance on himself, that's good 'cause we made him crash (Skrrt)
They ain't even book me for this club I walked in, still ended up makin' a bag (Racks)
Yeah, I just turnt up, I already got these f**k n***as mad (How?)
Ayy, these lil' n***as my sons, I swear GetRich they real dad (I swear)
Yeah, go get that switchy 'cause that b*t*h shoot real fast (Fft)
Yeah, lightskin b*t*h got fake hair, but she got real a** (Damn)
Yeah, that n***a got shot seventeen times, that boy some real gas
Yeah, these n***as wearin' that fake-a** drip, b*t*h, we got real splash
Pour up some Wock', now I can't see, like I'm walkin' in tearin' gas (Uh)
Big 2SG, six sh*t, get your b*t*h hit
Gang sh*t, no lame sh*t
Stay in your lane, b*t*h, 'cause you know we bust brains quick
Pah, pah, pah
Fft, fft
