(Beau Willie)
Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Movin' like the mob, we drivin' fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm livin' large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shootin' stars
I got far from playin' my cards right (ayy), young nigga super smart
Ayy, pull up in the Ghost, they say that boy there do the most
I don't want conversation if it ain't 'bout paper or these shows
No, I ain't beefin' wit' 'em, half the time, they beefin' 'bout these hoes
They ain't got motion, I'm the type to hit the gear and lose control, vroom
Boy, don't make the news thinkin' you gangster or you cool
I'm super solid, nigga play with me and get sent to the moon
You know I got it, nigga, seven beds, a ho in every room
Just got these jewels from Johnny, shit Dasani, wetter than a pool
Ooh, electric and I'm smooth, bitch, I been turnt since I left school
That SRT, just swapped it for a Scat, you know I do the fool
Been on the road, stay on the move, we jukin', jivin', dodgin' rules
A nigga say that he done ever robbed me, must been April fools
Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Movin' like the mob, we drivin' fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm livin' large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shootin' stars
I got far from playin' my cards right, young nigga super smart
Solo in that two-door, super fly, plus, I'm the hero
Juiced up, feed my ego, yeah, you know I got that lingo
I was out there, I was too broke
Now I'm out there with the white folks
Invest in so much real estate, can't see my bank get too low
Remember prayin' for a come up, I was hustlin' for the bills
Now I live that life, a different whip at every crib
Invested in a truck, I get a check without the deal
Real trap nigga, 'member I was hustlin' out the crib
Risktaker, but you know that come with how I live
I'm a bitch taker, all I do is smile and she come here
I been winnin' for some years, lil' nigga, let's just keep it clear
You can't catch this SRT, f*ck around and get left up in the rear (BiC Fizzle)
Juiced up full of dough, I'm feelin' good, so hide your ho
Drip from head to toe, attention when I hit the door
I don't do features if you ain't payin' the fee
That's somethin' that you should know
Did it fast and fled the scene, say he got hit up by a ghost, poof
Two-door this a coupe, I ain't solo, got your boo
Bust her down, can't get her off me, this ho stuck like super glue
Straight to the top, I ain't need no wings but you can say BiC Fizzle flew
1K 4L, this shit ain't new, been like that since middle school
I'm a real nigga
Come straight out that bottom, he a problem
They can't deal with 'em
Gossip like these hoes, these niggas bitches
I can't deal with 'em
Record label come, I need a mill' or I can't deal wit' 'em
Keep that Tommy on me like I'm Hilfiger
Supafly (Sped Up) Video (MV)
Performed By: Cootie and BiC Fizzle
Written by: Curtis Mayfield, Jeremiah Northern, Randarius Caruthers, Ryan Austin, Xavier Landum
Cootie and BiC Fizzle - Supafly (Sped Up) Lyrics
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(Beau Willie)
Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Movin' like the mob, we drivin' fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm livin' large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shootin' stars
I got far from playin' my cards right (ayy), young nigga super smart
Ayy, pull up in the Ghost, they say that boy there do the most
I don't want conversation if it ain't 'bout paper or these shows
No, I ain't beefin' wit' 'em, half the time, they beefin' 'bout these hoes
They ain't got motion, I'm the type to hit the gear and lose control, vroom
Boy, don't make the news thinkin' you gangster or you cool
I'm super solid, nigga play with me and get sent to the moon
You know I got it, nigga, seven beds, a ho in every room
Just got these jewels from Johnny, shit Dasani, wetter than a pool
Ooh, electric and I'm smooth, bitch, I been turnt since I left school
That SRT, just swapped it for a Scat, you know I do the fool
Been on the road, stay on the move, we jukin', jivin', dodgin' rules
A nigga say that he done ever robbed me, must been April fools
Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Movin' like the mob, we drivin' fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm livin' large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shootin' stars
I got far from playin' my cards right, young nigga super smart
Solo in that two-door, super fly, plus, I'm the hero
Juiced up, feed my ego, yeah, you know I got that lingo
I was out there, I was too broke
Now I'm out there with the white folks
Invest in so much real estate, can't see my bank get too low
Remember prayin' for a come up, I was hustlin' for the bills
Now I live that life, a different whip at every crib
Invested in a truck, I get a check without the deal
Real trap nigga, 'member I was hustlin' out the crib
Risktaker, but you know that come with how I live
I'm a bitch taker, all I do is smile and she come here
I been winnin' for some years, lil' nigga, let's just keep it clear
You can't catch this SRT, f*ck around and get left up in the rear (BiC Fizzle)
Juiced up full of dough, I'm feelin' good, so hide your ho
Drip from head to toe, attention when I hit the door
I don't do features if you ain't payin' the fee
That's somethin' that you should know
Did it fast and fled the scene, say he got hit up by a ghost, poof
Two-door this a coupe, I ain't solo, got your boo
Bust her down, can't get her off me, this ho stuck like super glue
Straight to the top, I ain't need no wings but you can say BiC Fizzle flew
1K 4L, this shit ain't new, been like that since middle school
I'm a real nigga
Come straight out that bottom, he a problem
They can't deal with 'em
Gossip like these hoes, these niggas bitches
I can't deal with 'em
Record label come, I need a mill' or I can't deal wit' 'em
Keep that Tommy on me like I'm Hilfiger
Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Movin' like the mob, we drivin' fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm livin' large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shootin' stars
I got far from playin' my cards right (ayy), young nigga super smart
Ayy, pull up in the Ghost, they say that boy there do the most
I don't want conversation if it ain't 'bout paper or these shows
No, I ain't beefin' wit' 'em, half the time, they beefin' 'bout these hoes
They ain't got motion, I'm the type to hit the gear and lose control, vroom
Boy, don't make the news thinkin' you gangster or you cool
I'm super solid, nigga play with me and get sent to the moon
You know I got it, nigga, seven beds, a ho in every room
Just got these jewels from Johnny, shit Dasani, wetter than a pool
Ooh, electric and I'm smooth, bitch, I been turnt since I left school
That SRT, just swapped it for a Scat, you know I do the fool
Been on the road, stay on the move, we jukin', jivin', dodgin' rules
A nigga say that he done ever robbed me, must been April fools
Bitch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Movin' like the mob, we drivin' fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm livin' large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', bitch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shootin' stars
I got far from playin' my cards right, young nigga super smart
Solo in that two-door, super fly, plus, I'm the hero
Juiced up, feed my ego, yeah, you know I got that lingo
I was out there, I was too broke
Now I'm out there with the white folks
Invest in so much real estate, can't see my bank get too low
Remember prayin' for a come up, I was hustlin' for the bills
Now I live that life, a different whip at every crib
Invested in a truck, I get a check without the deal
Real trap nigga, 'member I was hustlin' out the crib
Risktaker, but you know that come with how I live
I'm a bitch taker, all I do is smile and she come here
I been winnin' for some years, lil' nigga, let's just keep it clear
You can't catch this SRT, f*ck around and get left up in the rear (BiC Fizzle)
Juiced up full of dough, I'm feelin' good, so hide your ho
Drip from head to toe, attention when I hit the door
I don't do features if you ain't payin' the fee
That's somethin' that you should know
Did it fast and fled the scene, say he got hit up by a ghost, poof
Two-door this a coupe, I ain't solo, got your boo
Bust her down, can't get her off me, this ho stuck like super glue
Straight to the top, I ain't need no wings but you can say BiC Fizzle flew
1K 4L, this shit ain't new, been like that since middle school
I'm a real nigga
Come straight out that bottom, he a problem
They can't deal with 'em
Gossip like these hoes, these niggas bitches
I can't deal with 'em
Record label come, I need a mill' or I can't deal wit' 'em
Keep that Tommy on me like I'm Hilfiger
Writer: Curtis Mayfield, Jeremiah Northern, Randarius Caruthers, Ryan Austin, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.