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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kuhsigh
Kuhsigh
Songwriter
Ciscaux
Ciscaux
Songwriter
Supreme
Supreme
Songwriter

Lyrics

What, what, what, eh
You went stupid on this beat, this shit hit crazy
($upreme, you're a bitch)
Ooh, aye
Ooh, aye, aye
Comin' out the westside, ho, aye
Tell me I'm the best, I know, aye
I don't know a motherfucker like me
But I'm still on that bitch goin' slow
Lil **** mad cause his bitch want mo'
**** don't trip, I don't like 'em like those
Too much dope, wanna feel on my dose
Told her to split, now I feel like the coast, hold on
(Aye)
My new bitch she do it the best
The more **** diss on the net
I put all that shit to the left, hold on
Aye, I need a GLE Coupe, nothin' less
Fuckin' wit' me, got a fuck **** stressed
His lil mama bumping my shit, now he pressed, hold on
She like when that 808 bumpin', I hit up $upreme
Ciscaux wit' me, it's a get money team
Get me a check, ain't nothin' else I'ma need
Can't give a damn what a fuck **** think
I got the juice like my rim was a three
Try, make it out, then you got my respect
But y'all don't want money, y'all just want to beef
Where you been at, I've been in the lair
Somethin' like ten thousand feet in the air
Bitches so bad that you know we just stare
Twelve bitches on me like a double dare
Like double thy dare, boy, knock it off (bitch)
Like you shoot, these bitches need to knock it off (nah)
Walkin' Neiman Marcus, cop it all
Like, get that bag and I drop it off, drop, drop, drop, drop
Tower of Terror, fuckin' with me and I bring in the terror
Terror Squad. big punt, back in '96
This a Gucci verse, oh, designer this
Heard you mention my name, I'm like "What?"
Don't you know, you could get stuck in a rut
I got like twenty-five years in my cup
Put your ass right in a blunt then I light, light, light
Signed up for less than a milly, you dumb
New question everyday, boy, I feel like I'm puns
Stepping up, bitch, everyday, like I'm a stump
We deep in the mountains, I feel like a munt
Better than who, on my momma, you drunk
Say the wrong thing around us and it's up
Talking too much **** been had enough
Don't drop all your weight on me, I ain't a crush
Y'all link ups talk rumors when **** is smoke
Me when I say that I'm hoping you choke
Deep in that zone. tell that **** take notes
Won't get out the ghetto, do it what you know
Whole lotta shit I Kuhsigh out the shell
You ain't tryna make it, I'm wishin' em well
Do my own thing, I ain't followin' trails
I'm one of them ones finna do it for real
(****)
Written by: Ciscaux, Kuhsigh, Supreme
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