Top Songs By Supreme Patty
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Supreme Patty
Lead Vocals
Patrick Wallace
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Supreme Patty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Storch
Producer
Lyrics
Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad
Hopped up out the Wraith ain't tryna brag, brag, uh
Suicide doors, suicide, yeah, uh
I'm just doin' me so why you mad, mad?
Young Supreme, Daytona beach, you know it's me
Top back on the '95 so you notice me
If you ain't talkin' bags, don't hit my phone
What's the point?
Ask around 'cause I run my town
Yeah, I'm the boss
You can catch me creepin', crawlin' through the night
If you see me, got a biddie by my side
Got 'em all big, man, they hatin' on me
Told 'em, "Send bottles all night"
Fox Lee, Fox Lee, yeah
Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad
Hopped up out the Wraith ain't tryna brag, brag, uh
Suicide doors, suicide, yeah, uh
I'm just doin' me so why you mad, mad?
Flexin' on 'em, just flexin' on 'em like Ric Flair (Ooh)
Diamonds on 'em, just shinin' on 'em, they love to stare (Drip, drip)
Brought the Gucci fit just to take a pic, do it for the gram
Got a duffle bag, Supreme, filled with a hunnid grand
You can catch me creepin', crawlin' through the night
If you see me, got a biddie by my side
Got 'em all big, man, they hatin' on me
Told 'em, "Send bottles all night"
Fox Lee, Fox Lee, yeah
Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad
Hopped up out the Wraith ain't tryna brag, brag, uh
Suicide doors, suicide, yeah, uh
I'm just doin' me so why you mad, mad?
Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad
Hopped up out the Wraith ain't tryna brag, brag, uh
Suicide doors, suicide, yeah, uh
I'm just doin' me so why you mad, mad?
Written by: Supreme Patty