SUPERMANE ft. Ljduhgoat2X Lyrics

I got some shit that's in this car, that'll make em shake

I am not Superman hoe, you cannot be saved

I bet that lil hoe come straight to my room because my chain

And like I said, I am not Superman so hoe you can't be saved

Hold on, I like this beat right here, it got some flow

This shit that's sittin' inside this car, it'll jump out, and make you roll

This lil bitch talk crazy to me, I'll be sittin at his show

This fake ass crip hittin' on my phone lil bitch, you gotta go

Yeah put a big bag on his top and send that bitch home

Niggas beefin' about a bitch, y'all niggas moving wrong

At fifteen I was movin' work, y'all niggas know I'm strong

And put that big bitch over his face and flush his ass gone

They like "Vonne never in the city", y'all niggas be wrong

Lil mama actin' up in the club, actin' too grown

If I go swing my pole, this bitch, gon sing a new song

I'm out my top, I'm steady jiggin', bitch I'm on Patron

I pop a bean back, get the fuck in this bitch take her down

Bitch, I'm the king inside my city, I never need a crown

I'm the youngest movin' work, y'all niggas sittin' round

And if you ever need that work, come hit me by the pound

Right now I'm in the studio, jiggin' out my body

You ain't really bout' that shit, come show me you bout' it-bout' it

That lil bitch came up to me wrong, sent hot shit to his body

I gave that nigga a new name, I called him "Hot-Tamale"

Yeah, right now I'm up in your party, jiggin out my body

Yeah, I be slidin' sober, nigga, I don't need no Molly

Yeah, he got popped for talkin' shit, now he need a potty

Yeah, BTA, Belt To Ass, yeah, he been actin' naughty

Yeah, I been workin' with my Chop, call me Kamikaze

Yeah, you gon' die, you speak on Wop, hot shit to his body

Nigga, how you claim that you be steppin', but you movin' sloppy

Nigga, I be boxin' with my gun, but it kick like karate

Nigga, me and Vonne up on the song, they know we roll it every time

Smokin gas, I'm in my zone, you play with gang, I'm out my mind

You speak on me, your name on stone, everytime them bullets fly

Every time that we gon' slide, we be havin mamas cryin'

Yeah, every time we gon' slide, grab our Chop and go on drills

Yeah, every time these niggas dissin', they gon' get popped like a pill

Yeah, niggas think that we be playin till they see that we for real

Yeah, nigga, try to run, I cooked this ass like he was on the grill

We been bendin' blocks, okay

We been sendin shots, okay

We been takin' Glocks, okay

Niggas fake, I'm the real

I go and spin, I go and spin, every time I hear a sound

Niggas capped out with my Gen, cause his patna' on the ground

Me and Vonne up in that whip, cause we rollin' on that loud

Yeah, Jay and Marlo by my side, now we smokin' out the pound

Niggas say he love the sky, but I made him kiss the ground

She was throwin' that ass back, but I made em' turn around