| Yeah, we could be superstars |
| We been ridin' 'round wreckin' cars (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?) |
| What is at stakes for us? |
| Kickin' off pole rust |
| Yeah, we could be superstars |
| But I’m pretty sure time is up |
| And so we fell in love with spinnin' drops |
| Still only a child, but faithful error (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) |
| Say you my nigga, I’ma be you killer |
| Nobody gon' play with you when I’m with you |
| Go against any nigga, like fuck this glitter |
| Skeet of third, I’m busy |
| I put it in for you, I spin for you |
| Whatever you with, I’m with it |
| How you gon' cost a nigga that rockin' with you? |
| I got you lit in the city |
| I been multitaskin', rappin' and bein' a daddy to my lil' children |
| I been standin' on business |
| And spendin' and spendin' and spendin' until I’m dizzy |
| I do all the smackin', he ain’t never stepped up for help |
| When none of you killin', you doin' a lot of cappin' |
| Watch when I catch you, I’ma whack you in front of the witness |
| Damn, my nigga you trippin' |
| We could’ve been superstars |
| Remember we was jackin' cars |
| Now it’s not safe for you |
| You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch |
| Damn, my nigga you trippin' |
| We could’ve been superstars |
| Can’t help it, now I’m reminiscing |
| Remember we was jackin' cars |
| Now you better keep your distance |
| 'Cause it’s not safe for you |
| You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch |
| Trackhawk with the kit, snatch off on the bitch |
| When I slide, night light on the blick |
| Bet I’m on my shit when I’m outside |
| Saw them, ran down |
| Caught him pants down, nigga you shitted |
| I knew the perc was fake, but I still ate it |
| 'Cause I’m a gremlin |
| Yeah, cutthroat business, KTV, backdoor wide open |
| Wait for my sniper to get in line, all you niggas gon' die |
| Time rollin', bustin' on my opponent |
| No half-steppin', crunchin' my opps totally |
| We was just broke with no motion |
| Sleepin' on sofas, creepin' in highs like roaches |
| I done went cages to stages to cages |
| Now free me, baby, can’t keep me, baby |
| I beat them cases, they already hate |
| Really want me dead when I’m on probation |
| Oh, y’all think lil Yak retarded? |
| Y’all ain’t seen none yet, I promise |
| Niggas can’t take me, niggas can’t guard me |
| I be on a fuck-nigga ass like Charmin |
| AK, twenty in |
| We could’ve been superstars |
| Remember we was jackin' cars |
| Now it’s not safe for you |
| You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch |
| Damn, my nigga you trippin' |
| We could’ve been superstars |
| Can’t help it, now I’m reminiscing |
| Remember we was jackin' cars |
| Now you better keep your distance |
| 'Cause it’s not safe for you |
| You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch |
| Trackhawk with the kit, snatch off on the bitch |
| When I slide, night light on the blick |
| Bet I’m on my shit when I’m outside |
| Saw them, ran down |
| Caught him pants down, nigga you shitted |
| I knew the perc was fake, but I still ate it |
| 'Cause I’m a gremlin |
| Yeah, we could be superstars (Super Gremlin) |
| But I’m pretty sure time is up (Now your time is up) |
| And so we fell in love with spinnin' drops |
| Still only a child, but faithful error |
| I ain’t slimin', I’m grindin' |
| Any way you put it im SG with it, I’m Super Gremlin |
| Snatch and grab, sneak and geek |
| Sniper Gang, trust |
| Nightmare baby, you know I- |
| I bet you always see me in your dreams |
| Glee |