SUPER BOWL Lyrics

She look like Carly Rae, girl you should call me maybe (Woah)

Got five racks I spend that onna wallet baby (Lets go)

Joc the whip straight off the lot no payments on em' (Skrt)

Bet on me like I was Brady inna' Super Bowl

I walk in and shift the climate jewelry super cold

I walk in and reek exotic better cover yo' nose

Ain't have no pape, I had to go shop at Kohl's

Bitch ain't no way, I can't ever go back to broke

Crash my whip ok, Hundred inna' safe ok

She gon' put it down, put it in my face ok

Glock don't got no sound, it'll blow yo' face away

The word around the town, these niggas tryna take my bae (Woah)

I feel like I'm Jimmy, I ride wit' my dawg, Blast off inna' rocket (Woah)

I feel like I'm Creed, I stick and I move, I'm duckin' and dodgin' (Woah)

I really get money you dealin' wit niggas wit lint in they pockets

I really get money you dealin' wit niggas wit lint in they pockets

I winnin' they drop... Fuck (Fuckin' up)

I winnin' they droppin'

I had hoes on my dick, way before I was poppin'

I sip dirty sprite all of these lines I be droppin'

I'm high as a kite, (I'm high as a kite)

She look like Carly Rae, girl you should call me maybe (Woah)

Got five racks I spend that onna wallet baby (Lets go)

Joc the whip straight off the lot no payments on em' (Skrt)

Bet on me like I was Brady inna' Super Bowl

I walk in and shift the climate jewelry super cold

I walk in and reek exotic better cover yo' nose

Ain't have no pape, I had to go shop at Kohl's

Bitch ain't no way, I can't ever go back to broke

Strap (Strap), Strap (Strap), I ride with a strap

Matte (Matte) Black (Black), My whip is all black

Lap (Lap), Lap (Lap), She put her head in my lap

You niggas ain't ever been loyal to niggas, so no I can't give you no dap

Ask them niggas what I ever did to them niggas I bet they gon tell you some cap

I pull up with rockets, I pull up with tanks, lil nigga we onna attack

Me and bro we locked in like the Hardyz all I gotta do is give that boy a tag

You know I can't fuck wit no rubber, I look at that bitch and say hand me a Mag

Can't trust in that bitch she a hopper

Head good call her Topper

Yea a hoe gon' be a hoe it ain't nun you can do to stop her

Slappin' on these niggas, takin' they money run this shit back

I'm huntin' down these niggas, Ian got Ops turn em' into packs

I been gon' off the Jiggas I can't sit down I can't relax

Drop this dick in her she can't move on she gon' relapse

She look like Carly Rae, girl you should call me maybe (Woah)

Got five racks I spend that onna wallet baby (Lets go)

Joc the whip straight off the lot no payments on em' (Skrt)

Bet on me like I was Brady inna' Super Bowl

I walk in and shift the climate jewelry super cold

I walk in and reek exotic better cover yo' nose

Ain't have no pape, I had to go shop at Kohl's

Bitch ain't no way, I can't ever go back to broke