GetRichZay - Supercharged lyrics
[GetRichZay - Supercharged lyrics]
(Young DTM in this motherfucker, man, Hey)
Bitch, I go stupid hard (Go stupid)
Ayy, this car goin' a lil' bit faster
Than yours 'cause this bitch supercharged
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, 308s shoot, tracer bullets
(Pah, pah, pah)
Bitch look like shootin' star (Pah)
Ayy, I just told Lil Tay, "Stay on point"
That's my shootin' guard (Ayy, Lil Tay)
Ayy, he think I'm a rapper, hell nah, bitch
I ain't no superstar (Aight, come on)
Feel like I work for South Beach totin'
The way them bullets lift his car
(yeah, yeah) ayy, we on feet
We hit they block and split
Up like a damn cigar (Aight, let's go)
Uh, fuck that boy
We put his ass in this cigar (yeah, uh)
Tryna pull his strings, this ain't no guitar
(Uh, uh) try to run off with that sack
(Pah, pah) , I swear that boy
Ain't make it far (Pah, pah, pah)
Ayy, try to run off with my sack
I swear you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh, uh)
Ayy, I got racks in both my pockets
(Racks)
Still in the field like I'm Lamar (yeah)
Ayy, we smoke deadmen
(Deadmеn) , lil' O, grab 'em out the jar (Uh)
Yeah, finеsse that head and then
I ask for her car (Let's go)
This bitch don't ask no
Question, she too gangster
She just play her part (She gang)
Ayy, this bitch say her daddy the plug
I met that bitch at Walmart (Damn)
Ayy, she ain't even know I'm one of
Them grimy niggas from PT Mini Mart
(PT high-end)
Ayy, he ain't even get no chance
To move, I up it, then he seen it spark
(Pah, pah, pah, pah, fft)
I up it, then he seen a flash (Let's go)
Ayy, puttin' insurance on himself
That's good 'cause we made him crash (Skrrt)
They ain't even book me for
This club I walked in
Still ended up makin' a bag (Racks)
Yeah, I just turnt up
I already got these fuck niggas mad (How?)
Ayy, these lil' niggas my sons
I swear GetRich they real dad (I swear)
Yeah, go get that switchy 'cause
That bitch shoot real fast (Fft)
Yeah, lightskin bitch got fake hair
But she got real ass (Damn)
Yeah, that nigga got shot seventeen times
That boy some real gas
Yeah, these niggas wearin' that
Fake-ass drip, bitch, we got real splash
Pour up some Wock', now I can't see
Like I'm walkin' in tearin' gas (Uh)
Big 2SG, six shit, get your bitch hit
Gang shit, no lame shit
Stay in your lane, bitch
'cause you know we bust brains quick
Pah, pah, pah fft, fft
Bitch, I go stupid hard (Go stupid)
Ayy, this car goin' a lil' bit faster
Than yours 'cause this bitch supercharged
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, 308s shoot, tracer bullets
(Pah, pah, pah)
Bitch look like shootin' star (Pah)
Ayy, I just told Lil Tay, "Stay on point"
That's my shootin' guard (Ayy, Lil Tay)
Ayy, he think I'm a rapper, hell nah, bitch
I ain't no superstar (Aight, come on)
Feel like I work for South Beach totin'
The way them bullets lift his car
(yeah, yeah) ayy, we on feet
We hit they block and split
Up like a damn cigar (Aight, let's go)
Uh, fuck that boy
We put his ass in this cigar (yeah, uh)
Tryna pull his strings, this ain't no guitar
(Uh, uh) try to run off with that sack
(Pah, pah) , I swear that boy
Ain't make it far (Pah, pah, pah)
Ayy, try to run off with my sack
I swear you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh, uh)
Ayy, I got racks in both my pockets
(Racks)
Still in the field like I'm Lamar (yeah)
Ayy, we smoke deadmen
(Deadmеn) , lil' O, grab 'em out the jar (Uh)
Yeah, finеsse that head and then
I ask for her car (Let's go)
This bitch don't ask no
Question, she too gangster
She just play her part (She gang)
Ayy, this bitch say her daddy the plug
I met that bitch at Walmart (Damn)
Ayy, she ain't even know I'm one of
Them grimy niggas from PT Mini Mart
(PT high-end)
Ayy, he ain't even get no chance
To move, I up it, then he seen it spark
(Pah, pah, pah, pah, fft)
I up it, then he seen a flash (Let's go)
Ayy, puttin' insurance on himself
That's good 'cause we made him crash (Skrrt)
They ain't even book me for
This club I walked in
Still ended up makin' a bag (Racks)
Yeah, I just turnt up
I already got these fuck niggas mad (How?)
Ayy, these lil' niggas my sons
I swear GetRich they real dad (I swear)
Yeah, go get that switchy 'cause
That bitch shoot real fast (Fft)
Yeah, lightskin bitch got fake hair
But she got real ass (Damn)
Yeah, that nigga got shot seventeen times
That boy some real gas
Yeah, these niggas wearin' that
Fake-ass drip, bitch, we got real splash
Pour up some Wock', now I can't see
Like I'm walkin' in tearin' gas (Uh)
Big 2SG, six shit, get your bitch hit
Gang shit, no lame shit
Stay in your lane, bitch
'cause you know we bust brains quick
Pah, pah, pah fft, fft