Lyrics superTEAM - BUMS

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