Testo Superfly

Charged up like I just popped a Senzu Bean
My Shooter off 4 bars, that’s that LTE

That card only hit for food, is it EBT?
Stan's pieces really slam like a DDT

I let the chop sing, Ice JJ Fish
Hit your little bitch first on some Ray J shit
Blue and Lime Amiris with the paint splatter
Brodie in the kitchen whipping pots like its cake batter

Super fly in these Amiris, Fly Jimmy Snuka
Flex? Nah, I can’t even do 50 pushups
Stand back cause bro Harden, he’ll really cook ‘em

[?] with the belt, fuck around and whoop 'em
Shittyboy, like I always got diarrhea
Nigga’s claiming he ain’t broke, well I’m not either

Man, I think all my opps is some cockeaters
If you ain’t getting paper, you should stop breathing
Yo lil granny ain’t safe unless that bitch dead How that’s your bitch and she calling me bighead?
It’s a scam, dickhead
Shot doggy with the Big Mac, now he Mcdead

You ever seen a whole [ten?] in a cream soda?
Made a Gofundme and I said I had Ebola
You only got 50 dollars, Nigga seal your lips
I just beat the fuck out of some kids playing ding-dong-ditch

Fraud-star, man I put up stats like Russell
Finna jam in the store, let me crack my knuckles
Coach took me out the game, I was lacking hustle
Now my shoes cost six and the jacket double
Punch shit to eliminate my anger
Wrestle? Bitch, this ain’t elimination chamber
Got the drake bell, but I’ll give your ass the taper
Take them bitches off, how you drippin’ in some Wranglers?

Hot Potato with the piece, bitch too hot
Hit the bitch and she left on her tube socks
Hate niggas, like that nigga off of Boondocks
Talking bout we ain’t swapping, nigga, who not?

Big chop, light you up like a disco ball
Drums hanging out the AR, like some big old balls
If I showed you the sauce, you would shit your drawers
10kKev and Shittyboyz got your bitch on [balls?]
Born a star, think I came from the constellations
Real Shittyboy, bitch I walk around constipated

I’m always watching, I got cameras everywhere
Spent 20 000 on Amiris, I got over 20 pairs
Fucking lame, how you expect to compete
When you working up at wendy’s getting 260 a week
Don’t ever fix your mouth to disrespect me
I just got my ass beat by my bitch, cause YOUR bitch texted me

If she ask for the head, then I’m Wizard Kelly
If she popping [?] then I’m getting in her belly

You still fucking young hoes, boy, you R Kelly
Told her how I’m ‘bout to cum, she said “Already?”

Strapped up, put your fists down, bozo

Made jugg page selling kicks like I’m no joke

Foreign kicks got my closet like a dojo

Pull out that big bitch, if he tryna throw a low blow

Don’t let a confrontation turn into a murder

Oh, you said confrontation? Let me up the burner

Big drippin’ through this bitch, I could drown a surfer

Jugg what? Jugg who? You a known [pervert?]