[Verse 1: Taylor Bennett]
Mr. Bennett never finished, you can’t miss a call
Me and Supa Supa sold out, that’s so [?]
[?] probably sellin’ reggie out the door
Now I’m thinkin’ bigger – motion pictures, foreign cars
Chloe, Jordan, [?] and [?] wasn’t hit before
Now I hit the drawer when I hit the mall
Homies from the land poppin’ Xans, got withdrawals
Clash my hands in advance ’cause they just can’t get off
I’ve been gettin’ second chances
That sh** like my motivation
Just found out I’m sick, I got no time for patience
Tired of waitin’
I know destinations, I don’t know locations, I know detonation
Call up Supa, he gon’ cook the bacon
[Hook: Supa Bwe]
Only in the ‘Preme and I’m a k**in’ ape
And still rock Bape and still rep gang
And still throw signs while my n***as do the same
Cause the phony sh** contagious so I let my phone ring
I don’t like to conversate for conversation’s sake
No more girls who stay up late
Just baby girl and me
Got real sisters outside
Why lie when my life [?]
Real sisters down to ride, and they gon’ ride tonight
She put some bad-bad magic on me
Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see
Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe
She put some bad-bad magic on me
Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see
Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe
[Verse 2: Taylor Benett]
I got held down in a spot over some confrontations
No more conversations, if you wanna link then hit my agent
No more weed, I put that down with all my friends that wouldn’t make it
All my friends are k**ers and robbers, some of them couldn’t [?]
I relate with shawties, Aretha Franklin and [?]
Hispanic girls with attitudes be the great debaters
My work’s a basket, my flow fantastic, this sh**’s a cla**ic
I bumped the cla**ics that beat the ma**es
Then preached to ma**es
I used to roast over roaches until they burned to ashes
And now I’m so far from me I feel like an open casket
They want the new Taylor Bennett, my post is post-traumatic
My flow keep goin’, your [?], we’ll blow ya backward
My clique is [?] we’re always packin’ and never lackin’
I called up Supa for magic, you gotta have it
You’re bottle cappin’, I’m [?]
[?] my shoes ain’t matchin’ [?]
Some real shawties tell lil’ shawties to put some racks up
My money long, gettin’ done evolvin’
This sh**’s a cla**ic
My money long, gettin’ done evolvin’
This sh**’s a cla**ic
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Tsh, tired of n***as talkin’ ’bout this is the way you got to do it
And you go to respect this type of person
And you got to listen to that type of person
f** all of that sh**, I’m doing it the way I wanna do it
I’m tired of these n***as hatin’, and tired of promoters flakin’
So pay me in pre-advanced
And if I forget them, book again
I’m up, up and away
And I’m so loved by the white people
That they could approach me in a black [?] in a black alley with a black hoodie
It’s as real as it gets (true)
It’s as strong as a [?]
When she walk around in her black tights
Man, my jeans tight
Man, my jeans tight around the crotch area
It’s gettin scary to old heads
‘Cause Hip-Hop change each and every day
And I’m the n***a pickin’ out the clothes
I used to sip the fours and I used to f** every hoe
I still f** every hoe
I used to plot on the globe
I used to be called a joke, I still get called a joke
But I’m so rich that my ears they only hear ching-ching
My eyes see bling-bling
And everything in between is [?] all the time
We whoop a**, and then we send a get well card
Then we swipe my black cards
And we don’t have backyards ’cause we stay on top floors
And we get maids to mop up all of our marble floors
And we f** five star top model cla** broads
And we steal things, but n***a, we don’t do chords
[Hook: Supa Bwe]
Only in the ‘Preme and I’m a k**in’ ape
And still rock Bape and still rep gang
And still throw signs while my n***as do the same
Cause the phony sh** contagious so I let my phone ring
I don’t like to conversate for conversation’s sake
No more girls who stay up late
Just baby girl and me
Got real sisters outside
Why lie when my life [?]
Real sisters down to ride, and they gon’ ride tonight
She put some bad-bad magic on me
Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see
Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe
She put some bad-bad magic on me
Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me
We’re not just tryna stack till a n***a can’t see
Or maybe break your back till the n***a can’t breathe