Philo B Supervillains
Aye
I had to do what they said I couldn't do 'cause I knew I could do it
Had to position myself in the Bentley instead of the Buick
I couldn't do it
I had to punch a nigga in his mouth 'cause he let the wrong words come through it
We treat that packaged money like a tackling dummy and the coach say "run through it"
You know I'm rolling with the water
You do not know a nigga harder
Dueces or fours on the Charger
Please put my phone on the charger
Feel like my soul getting darker
When I grow up I wanna be a monster
(aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Aye
Never reach when a grown man dribbling, for ya note scribbling
Always use the right foot for ya pivoting, it's proper positioning
Sometimes you gotta tuck ya chain in if where you going ain't worth all the glistening
I'm on the phone with the girl of your wishes, my new acquisition in passenger giggling
My line ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling
Pretty dimes ready for the mingling
You see me bitch I'm looking riveting
Your chances of keeping her dwindling
I kept my head on a swiveling
I kept the register whistling
I keep the clientele sizzling
Aquafina neck drizzling
I'm in the club with my gang members
I throw it up when I take pictures
Embody the streets, we was raised in it
And we keep the rattle for snake niggas
We be clubbin'
We ain't thuggin'
We spread the lovin'
See we could spray this bitch up
But we be chillin'
Don't make us turn in
To supervillains
Aye
I got guts
Pop out, clutch
Hop out, bust
She got options:
Why not us?
I might Glock him
I got nuts
I'm in coupes
I'm in trucks
Pipe it up
I got the Midas touch
I got bucks
I like making plays, I like highlights
I like facing jays, I like high life
I'm like Flavor Flav, I like my life
She ain't breaking bread, alright bye-bye
We be clubbin'
We ain't thuggin'
We spread the lovin'
See we could spray this bitch up
But we be chillin'
Don't make us turn in
To supervillains
