Came in with a big piece had to make sure it was number 9
Just iced my Jesus so that bullshit don't even cross my mind
Just saw you last week, why you forcing me to miss you?
Been minding my business baby tell me what's the issue?
That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it right there
I've been blasting blasting blasting blasting past these light-years
I'm Supersonic!
I mix the gin with the tonic
Trapping harmonics
Then I go serve out the chronic
I feel like Adonis, my daddy a G if I'm honest
Or maybe I'm John Wick, fuck with my dogs then we on it
Smoking exotic, that bitch is toxic
I feel like SGawd I'm tryna Popshit
She told me her name in the club, but I forgot it
He wanna act like a thug, now you in hospice
Whip got a digital dash
I'm making lyrical cash
Hop out the plane gotta get to the cash
Making it shake so she shaking her ass
Eating so good I forgot how to fast
They all start out hating but it never lasts
This ice on me looks like the shit in my glass
We don't do no fakes and we don't fuck with rats
Rats!
Beaming!
Creeping!
What?
Let's get to the squeezing
Pussy! Now you bleeding
Came in with a big piece no Big Mac it was a number 9 (I'm supersonic)
Just saw you last week Why you forcing me to miss you (I mix the gin with the tonic)
Been minding my business baby tell me what's the issue? (Trapping harmonics)