Superstaar Beats - Brad Spitfire lyrics

[Hook] I pulled up and they think they're hallucinating I swear nobody, I swear nobody can duplicate me Me and the fake never shared no communication And let's be real I wouldn't give a f** if you was hating [Verse 1 - KP] b**h get the f** out, watch me do You need to see what's real Ok I need a b**h, but shorty need a pimp What should I do in this case? Time to get some money sh**, what am I even saying, it's always time to get some money Need to be stuntin hard on em, pulling up in that (vroom) n***a I don't even like people, better give me some room n***a Matter fact my weed smell is strong, I be getting high like the moon n***a Say that I'm a fake? b**h you high off what? Shrooms n***a? Underground kings, like the f**ing metro Got some goons in A-City, all the way to Tetreaux Stunt my Jordans Retro, like I was Carmelo Try me I'll bring you back to mellow [Hook] I pulled up and they think they're hallucinating I swear nobody, I swear nobody can duplicate me Me and the fake never shared no communication And let's be real I wouldn't give a f** if you was hating b**h get the f** out I whip the water, I spit fire I blow smoke, I spit fire You think you high, b**h I been higher In a galaxy nearby Brad Spitfire [Verse 2 - KP] All my n***as ball, we not athletes Let the money talk, show my neck piece Always talk to it, that's my bestie Duffle bag in the front, you in the backseat They ain't even mad at me they know what it is f** a baby momma drama I'm about my biz Fake n***as get exposed, snitch n***as getting smoked b**h n***as getting slapped, your b**h getting boned Any n***a should've known, woah I got what you want shawty I got what you need I got what you asked for baby call me Pusha T Prolly got the molly, or the speed, ecstasy Shawty white, but the trees made her look chinese [Hook] I pulled up and they think they're hallucinating I swear nobody, I swear nobody can duplicate me Me and the fake never shared no communication And let's be real I wouldn't give a f** if you was hating b**h get the f** out I whip the water, I spit fire I blow smoke, I spit fire You think you high, b**h I been higher In a galaxy nearby Brad Spitfire [Verse 3 - JayJay Prosper] My spliff fat, call dispatch, spit crack, my sh** smacks Track lit my lips are matches, matter fact I turn sh**s to ashes And f** you rapping ba*tards, I'm a f**ing track a**a**in Aiming at you f*ggots faction, leave your whole crap damaged My sh** is satisfaction, cuz that's just how I feel I'm k**ing with a pa**ion, and n***a I can't chill My sh** is worth a mill, my sk**s could pay my bills But to keep it real I don't really seek a deal This music sh**'s imaginary Rappers rapping 'bout sh**s they never seen like fairies n***as acting tough as sh** but sweeter than berry So don't come near me cuz fake n***as really scare me Just like Carrie [Hook] I pulled up and they think they're hallucinating I swear nobody, I swear nobody can duplicate me Me and the fake never shared no communication And let's be real I wouldn't give a f** if you was hating b**h get the f** out I whip the water, I spit fire I blow smoke, I spit fire You think you high, b**h I been higher In a galaxy nearby Brad Spitfire