Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song superTEAM , by - BUMS. Release date: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
superTEAM |
| Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit |
| Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip |
| Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit |
| Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits |
| Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit |
| Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip |
| Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit |
| Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits |
| Big 4, superteam, we are not the same |
| Late-night swervin' road, steady switchin' lanes |
| I’m in the thang sippin' screw juice |
| Crooked slab with the candy painted 2−2's |
| In my Evisu, flyer than a eagle |
| I’m on 13th thinking 'bout my people, second album sequel |
| Sippin' on that 9−9-9 proof, RIP to Juic |
| 9 to 5 it got me in a noose, I might quit this shit |
| Get a bat and I go with the shit, killed a bitch |
| Got like 4, 5 witnesses, but I ain’t trippin', yeah |
| 'Cause they all shootas, got them Glocks and ruggas |
| Don’t get wet up like it’s scuba |
| You gon' pull up to the side talking all that shit, shit, shit |
| And get your stupid ass sliv out my clique, clique, clique (Okay yo') |
| Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit |
| Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip |
| Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit |
| Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits |
| Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit |
| Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip |
| Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit |
| Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits |
| I’m out in Cali with that coffee bean |
| Flowers in the sky, I set the scene |
| Ain’t no place meant for me |
| That ain’t on me, one two three (uh) |
| Second-guessing, that shit need addressing |
| Since last studio session, I knew we was destined |
| That’s that greatness, weed my fragrance |
| Heart on my sleeve like a day shift |
| I ain’t make shit but minimum wage |
| Quitting that shit when I’m hitting the stage |
| You on my mind, so turning the page |
| So damn divine, thinking of premature rhymes |
| Solitary, feeling confined |
| Murdering beats like homicide |
| Tell me are you down to ride |
| Like this nigga really got me bamboozled though, for real |
| Like what the fuck? |
| I see this nigga doing some boss shit |
| Feeling real litty, I love what I got |
| Taking a shot for somebody heat |
| Talking tough, come body me |
| Sorry we is not the same |
| Like bitch, tryna get rich |
| Headache on road, yeah we too lit |
| Sparked up my joint, you wanna join in? |
| Ayy |
| Props to the world |
| Props to the girls that know how to pearl |
| Picking my life from the dirt, sheesh |
| Don’t put me on a damn shirt, please |
| Hungry, I’m starving the beats keep on calling |
| I’m crossing myself again |
| Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit |
| Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip |
| Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit |
| Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits |
| Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit |
| Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip |
| Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit |
| Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits |