Suppose to Be

Brandon James Humphrey

Ayy, supercharged, two hunnid on the dash, this a race car
Streets love a n***a, I got one hell of a face card
AR's known for slangin', them bitches like AR
Every real street n***a got a fuck n***a radar
Bitch don't really like me, all the lil' ho see is paper
All I got is dick, I told that ho I'm out of favors
Ayy, jacker think it's sweet, I'm strapped up now, I'm strapped up later
Two hunnid thousand, Yaper, put a hunnid on your taper
Ayy, brother movin' dope like Nino, but I can't go out like G
Lil' ho just dropped about twenty on me, think she see the pro in me
Not a stripper, but I got that pole on me
Yeah, I ran it up, but not as up as it's supposed to be Ayy,
VS1s shine and they glow like a lamplight
If I ain't at the bank, I'm makin' sure the tramp trap right
Double M, went and got it stamped twice
Get one of them peons that he with, you get half price, half pint
Come through, I be shootin', gon' get B-roll
Real big homie in the six, hood hero
She don't got my paper, I can't hear a hoe, Ayy,
I was on my dick like about a year ago Ayy,
new whip, new car smell, its that turbo
My old ho, trippin' bout my new bitch, So hoe?
Before I let her play me, hit my BM play with Jojo
Before I had an audi, I was workin' out that Volvo
Ayy, supercharged, ain't in sports mode
Thousand dollar kicks, remember times I couldn't sport those
Now I go and amiri my wardrobe
Bad bitch wanna know my horoscope
I asked her what's her sign, she like Scorpio, freak bitch
She can tell by the chains I'm on some street shit
40,000 on me right now, so I keep it
Ayy, lil' bitch wanna creep on some discreet shit
Peep This
I ain't met a bitch that can sucker me
P in Atlanta, lollipop, stayin' sucker free
Ayy, she know I ain't nothin' like her other P
Ayy, she know it's gon' cost, she wanna fuck with me
Whole lotta chains on me, ain't no slave in me
Stuck in the streets, my mama thought it wasn't no savin' me
Don't even know where I would be if she wasn't payin' me
All these damn blues, all this cake like a bakery
Bitch don't really like me, all the lil' ho see is paper
Ayy, all I got is dick, I told that ho I'm outta favors
Ayy, jacker think it's sweet, I'm strapped up now, I'm strapped up later
200, 000, Yaper, put a hundred on your taper
Ayy, brother movin' dope like Nino, but I can't go out like G
Lil' ho just dropped about 20 on me, think she see the pro in me
Not a stripper, but I got that pole on me
Yeah, I ran it up, but not as up as it's supposed to be
Ayy, VS1s shine and they glow like a lamplight
If I ain't at the bank, I'm makin' sure the tramp trap right
Double M, went and got it stamped twice
Get one of them peons that he with, you get half-priced, half-pint
Come through, I be shootin', gon' get B-roll
Real big homie in the 6, hood hero
Ayy, she don't got my paper, I can't hear a hoe
Ayy, I was on my dick like bout a year ago Ayy, ayy, ayy

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