CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Supercharged
B*t*h
Boy, you don't wanna race, this a six-point-four liter
Supercharged up, and this b*t*h a four-seater
Don't?approach?Rio when he?high, he like to ho people
I?ain't sippin' drank unless I get it from my own people
I just stuck the tip in, she hollerin', "Oh, Jesus"
Made a hundred K with my pops, he an old genius
I'm still doing fill-ups, I got old Visa
Take me ten minutes to heat up like a cold pizza
The Hellcat loud as f**k, I love to cold start it
This a 2020, b*t*h, this ain't no old Charger
Crank this b*t*h from a mile away with a remote starter
I'm finna peel these potatoes, bring me a bowl of water
Heard doggy sniff a lot of blow, he got a nose problem
This an FN Five-seveN, this ain't no chopper
I could drop a hundred shots out this b*t*h with no problem
Use the Glock to drop the promoter, this b*t*h a show stopper
Unc' been doin' lines all night, he got a coke problem
Heard you went to school four extra years, ain't get no smarter
Cut my b*t*h off 'cause she borin' like a soap opera
Sellin' hoop seats around the world, Harlem Globetrotter
B*t*h, I'm serious
Knock my b*t*h tooth out her mouth for sayin' period (Period, pooh)
Now the b*t*h talkin' 'bout she gay, she just curious
Hit 96, I need a driver that's experienced
I don't want no f**kin' Wockhardt, bring me a pint of red
I just smoked a pack of Blacks, now I'm lightheaded
Made my b*t*h swallow twenty grams and told her digest it
I can bust a K with my left, but I'm right-handed
I'm ambidextrous
Broke a metal fork cookin' up, I got a heavy wrist
B*t*h, don't call me by my government when I'm selling tenths
Pull up to the trap, knock on the door, and ask for Darius
Hi, my name Mike, I'm a rapper, I like sellin' sh*t
Got an eight a red from the pharm', paid eleven cents
We movin' up past the Eastside, f**k the Jeffersons
Big bro slid in the 'Vette, look like a peppermint
I still want that Aston Martin
Nephew popped eight Xanny bars and crashed the Charger
I tried to help you get a bag, but your a** retarded
Hit the road with eighty thousand cash in the stash compartment
The AR got monkey nuts and a collar on it
I don't like to shoot this b*t*h at night 'cause it holler, don't it?
Pulled up on an opp and made him strip, threw a dollar on him
I think Frank just pa**ed out, throw some water on him
I got the best work
I been itchin' for two days, these the best Percs
Seven hundred seven horsepowers'll make your neck j*rk
B*t*h pu**y broke and start bleedin', but her neck work
Boy, you don't wanna race, this a six-point-four liter
Supercharged up, and this b*t*h a four-seater
Don't?approach?Rio when he?high, he like to ho people
I?ain't sippin' drank unless I get it from my own people
I just stuck the tip in, she hollerin', "Oh, Jesus"
Made a hundred K with my pops, he an old genius
I'm still doing fill-ups, I got old Visa
Take me ten minutes to heat up like a cold pizza
The Hellcat loud as f**k, I love to cold start it
This a 2020, b*t*h, this ain't no old Charger
Crank this b*t*h from a mile away with a remote starter
I'm finna peel these potatoes, bring me a bowl of water
Heard doggy sniff a lot of blow, he got a nose problem
This an FN Five-seveN, this ain't no chopper
I could drop a hundred shots out this b*t*h with no problem
Use the Glock to drop the promoter, this b*t*h a show stopper
Unc' been doin' lines all night, he got a coke problem
Heard you went to school four extra years, ain't get no smarter
Cut my b*t*h off 'cause she borin' like a soap opera
Sellin' hoop seats around the world, Harlem Globetrotter
B*t*h, I'm serious
Knock my b*t*h tooth out her mouth for sayin' period (Period, pooh)
Now the b*t*h talkin' 'bout she gay, she just curious
Hit 96, I need a driver that's experienced
I don't want no f**kin' Wockhardt, bring me a pint of red
I just smoked a pack of Blacks, now I'm lightheaded
Made my b*t*h swallow twenty grams and told her digest it
I can bust a K with my left, but I'm right-handed
I'm ambidextrous
Broke a metal fork cookin' up, I got a heavy wrist
B*t*h, don't call me by my government when I'm selling tenths
Pull up to the trap, knock on the door, and ask for Darius
Hi, my name Mike, I'm a rapper, I like sellin' sh*t
Got an eight a red from the pharm', paid eleven cents
We movin' up past the Eastside, f**k the Jeffersons
Big bro slid in the 'Vette, look like a peppermint
I still want that Aston Martin
Nephew popped eight Xanny bars and crashed the Charger
I tried to help you get a bag, but your a** retarded
Hit the road with eighty thousand cash in the stash compartment
The AR got monkey nuts and a collar on it
I don't like to shoot this b*t*h at night 'cause it holler, don't it?
Pulled up on an opp and made him strip, threw a dollar on him
I think Frank just pa**ed out, throw some water on him
I got the best work
I been itchin' for two days, these the best Percs
Seven hundred seven horsepowers'll make your neck j*rk
B*t*h pu**y broke and start bleedin', but her neck work
