Super Gremlin
We could've been superstars but niggas be playin' slime
Only play for keeps
Grimy, thirsty, hungry
Say you my nigga, you say you my hitter
But I don't remember you deep in the trenches
I'm swingin' them switches, went out on your niggas
If you ever wonder why I'm bein' distant
Know why I'm slidin', I ain't even wildin'
I'm only survivin' this life we livin'
If we really rockin', then why you feel comfortable
Talkin' 'round opps about my business
Yeah, I'm in that zone (zone)
Donut the 'Rari, I shake up the Track', yeah, they can't even follow me home (skrrt)
I'm really from Philly, I know all the killers, I call 'em, then I'ma be wrong
My youngin a soldier, they gave him like twenty I told him he got to be strong
I send him some pictures, whenever he get 'em, I know that he probably alone (I know)
He wrote me, he told me that he livin' through me, I said, "Broski, you gotta stay on"
It's crazy, I ain't even write him 'cause I don't want to tell him what I'm really on
Slidin', eighty rounds and Glocks to see my kids, I got to get home
I seen lames turn superstars and that 'Gram cut off, and ya mans cut off
'Cause he went too far, he had went too hard
He back broke, he tryna hit ya yard
You a type nigga try to get ya dawg headshot, don't even tell 'em what ya charge
Red dot, I ain't really tryna miss at all
This love won't really take risks at all
Nah, I was in back of the 'Bach when I pulled up the track with the gremlins
We done got hold of the money and move like the Russians at the Kremlin
AMG go sixty-three, G-Wagon, hear the engine (vroom)
YG F450, bendin' corners, scrapin' fenders
Somebody tell me who fuckin' with me
And don't bring up no bitches that's fuckin' with me
No competition when niggas are with me
Don't bring up no niggas that's fuckin' with me
If you a hater don't try to persuade me
'Bout none of them niggas that's fuckin' with me
And don't speak on niggas, got money on me
Or the niggas that's thuggin' with me
You don't fuck with my day ones? Fuck you, nigga
It could be what you want it to be
Got big bands, and I'll crush you, nigga
That lil' money ain't nothin' to me
I ain't chasin' no ho, they be runnin' to me
I ain't payin' no hoes, they be comin' to me
If I keep it a thousand, I'll be in the islands
You run in my hitters before you could run into me
Yeah, we could've be superstars (I don't trust him)
If he spin again, better shoot his car (better dust him)
Now, it's not safe for you (why?)
My youngin put a switch on his Glick (brrt)
Yeah
