Supa Sayin Lyrics

Man, man, where the fuck my gloves? I'm bout to box the beat

Matter of fact, I'm a stomp on the producer with both feet

So much energy on this shit, making me go super saiyan

This shit

This shit tough as fuck

Man, man, where the fuck my gloves? I'm bout to box the beat

Matter of fact, I'm a stomp on the producer with both feet

So much energy on this shit, making me go super saiyan

I got people who support, they really don't understand

I feel like a evil genius cause I got a master plan

Yeah, I gotta be the master of getting bands

Yeah, join my telegram if you wanna get rich

Yeah, slide me some bitcoin too

You dumb as fuck if you think about doing this shit

You think you bout the get the method but you just an easy lick

Like taking candy from a baby, that's some easy shit

I ain't MG but this za got me sleepy bitch

Yea, I'm high up on the moon

Chilling in the stu, eating cereal and watching cartoons

I'm being childish

Put on regular, degular fits, Ion need no stylist

She send my music ass I pull out racks, she get the wildn'

Punchin in, bar for bar, no pen no pad, no freestyling

But, it's still off the dome

Losing fight to the za, I'm in a different zone

Told her Ion love her no more, she won't leave me alone

Monkey see monkey do, y'all niggas is clones

This shit must be the terminator cause y'all niggas bots

Who the fuck she think she is, I can't wife a thot

Spitting bars straight from hell, nigga its extra hot

Like a taki

I'm bout my cheese but it ain't no Takashi

Put the chain on winter cold like Milwaukee

I'ma reach my goal, ain't nobody gon' stop me

Top employee, at wonder corp the way I'm making bread

I hit the ATM, then my pockets get filled with the dead

Many hoe tryna act bougie, I left her on read

Yeah, fuck that bitch

Like scrooge duck, I'm tryna get extra rich

Increase my bank account, tryna add commas and some digits

Just woke up, recorded early morning spitting

Beat so fucking hard, yeah I'm bout to spaz

Rapping shit is fun, but you know I'm making cash

I'm flaming hot, I had to get up in my bag

I had a lil pape, but I want more and more

Niggas try to copy my wave, but they stay on the shore

Yeah, cause they was really bout to drown

Taking my position, getting ready for my crown

I'm slowly climbing, then I'ma be at the top of the Indian mound

Yeah, I gotta be the king of the hill

Gotta watch for the fakes, everybody ain't being real

I'ma keep on going even after I touch a mill

Fully independent, DIY don't need a deal

Yeah, cause you know I'ma handle my biz

I can't fuck with you no more, it is what it is

She said I look like a rich Haitian, that's my riz

I'm sipping on that purple punch and it got a lil fizz