(Aye Supreme)
(Yo Mack, this you foo'?)
In a Jeepers creeper creepin' with a creep up inside yo' main
I been tryin' my best to be discreet and not put it in they face
Talk to my damn mama, told her I'm inspired by the pain
What you know 'bout sending loc's before you hop up on the plane?
I love the money, I turn shit up bitch, I was born a fuckin' made man
Playin' baccarat with a thot-thot, I told him he brazy
Hotspot, I hit a home run, I think I'm Babe Ruth
I seen him cock back, so I switched the mode like "see you later"
Okay, like "where the soda?"
Shooting for love, I'm really a turnt bitch
Don't blow my high, I'll get annoyed
Paper straight like a perm, bitch
I got a lil' Madd about that paper like Big Worm
Had to cut him off, he movin' weird, nigga wait yo' turn
I got all this fuckin' jewelry on because I fuckin' earned it
They on dumb shit, me and Madd, we been on turnt shit
I'm a must-see, that pussy like "how was it?"
High demand for the low, it ain't musty
Did it all like Shawty Lo and I ain't fronting
"How you up?" and "how we broke?" that shit disgusting
Better talk about some Ms if you discuss me
I roll around with this trim in the front seat
In the Jeepers creeper creepin' with a creep up beside yo' main
I been tryin' my best to be discreet and not put it in they face
Talk to my damn mama, told her I'm inspired by the pain
What you know 'bout sending loc's before you hop up on the plane?
I love the money, I turn shit up bitch, I was born a fuckin' made man
Playin' baccarat with a thot-thot, I told him he brazy
Hotspot, I hit a home run, I think I'm Babe Ruth
I seen him cock back, so I switched the mode like "see you later"
Okay, like "where the soda?"
Shooting for love, I'm really a turnt bitch
Don't blow my high, I'll get annoyed
Paper straight like a perm, bitch
I got a Lil Madd about that paper like Big Worm
Had to cut him off, he movin' weird, nigga wait yo' turn
