Lyrics Ea$t (Super) - Zip K, Cyhi The Prynce

Ea$t (Super)

I know the shit cliché but every morning I want mula
Can’t leave the bed without my mind right baby girl give me that medulla
Posted like my daddy back in 85 young nap paps so I’m a junior
I got into the drama up in East Lake and lived to see another day hallelujah
Line Street with it if you’re looking for me, Rockbridge with it if you used to
know me
If I ever gotta trap I’ll do it hands free
I know a salt and pepper duo that’ll push it for me
A salt and pepper duo that’ll push it for me
The geeks call me o.z.
obi wan kenobi
Drinkin stella out the bottle with the fried cannolis
And you can call the police Imma call the homies
We was on the liq last night and the gas last week
Jugging till my thoughts get shallow
Cause my cash mad deep
Hundreds in my socks that’s me
Trapping out the box that’s me
Fucking on a fox that’s me yeah
Aye that’s me
Pound cake pockets that’s me
Riding down Brockett that’s me
Old-school chocolate that’s me
Twistin up tropic yeah that’s me
Baby mama options that’s me
I talk good too yeah that’s me
Get it out clean though that’s me
Ayiyiy (Aye Aye Aye)
Eastside Right on Time x8
I can’t trust summer she’s a Golddigger
I hate to be the one to take the fall
I got to be the one to count the racks yeah
I got to be the one to have it all
Enrolled in the University after all
Got me stressed out and poppin Adderall
My neighborhood niggas say I’m really not involved
Momma offsprings a winter when it turns fall
I know gas station locations without the navigation that’s where we link before
the move
We got no relation if paper chasing ain’t on your basic, list of all the shit
you got to do
Gresham road swerving in the vintage powder blue
I pull up to your house your spouse runs out without her shoes
The record labels welcome niggas in without a clue
We was taught to come in and leave with all your valuables
It’s like six in the six
Got this lil bitch on my dick
Shawty as thick as it gets
She gone fuck around and have to piss on a stick, if she gives me permission to
hit
First I twist and I lick
Grab my little bic and I flick
Flick flick flick
Flick then it’s lit
Driving my car with the other hand looks like I’m whippin a brick while I’m
listening to Krit
Snakes in my yard and they hissing and shit
So I moved to the W, cuz them crackers won’t let niggas live in the Ritz
But my new chick got a fatty though
Told her to send me her addy so
I could come get her, give a fuck bout a nigga my pistol on deck like a patio
If he try me I might go pistachio
I’m drunk in the D from Degrassi no in the back of the lack I sit back and
relax with
My head in her hand like she’s Jacki O
Smoking presidential in the residential girl I recommend you let me represent
you
Cause when heaven sent you they would rather lynch you
Signing off Prince has left the building, gone
I just left Gwinnett with my patna
Whole house white Casablanca
OG on my label he’s a rasta
100 gold chains spaghetti pasta
I’ve been drinking liquor all morning just got rejected about some Molly by
Makonnen
Niggas out here acting all shady
Everybody wanna be famous
Florida State winning I’m Jameis
Crab leg bucket on Daytons
Imma put a mansion on acres
And when I get it Imma put it in Decatur
Turnt up waking up my neighbors
Broad day bucking on my haters
Nappy Pappy why you such a player
I’m Super
So super (x4)