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Superbop (feat. Jae Houston, Dzh, Ricky Walters, boy march & saintnovella) lyrics

Performer Josiah Davis

Superbop (feat. Jae Houston, Dzh, Ricky Walters, boy march & saintnovella) song lyrics by Josiah Davis official

Superbop (feat. Jae Houston, Dzh, Ricky Walters, boy march & saintnovella) is a song in English

It's a superbop when we pop in the room
Got nothing to do but chill and make some hits out with the crew
With the crew
I go crazy, bitch, when you pop in the room
All we ever do is chill and smoke
You know I guess that's cool, guess that's cool
She like the way that I move
She like the beard on my face
She like the hat turned backwards
She like my hoodie around her waist
And she like the 'stache where I put it
She like the stash of the music I got vaulted up
And the way that she move it is crazy
Way that she do it, ooh, baby
I need that shit on the daily
I need to know if the maybe is still just a maybe
I need to know if the screenshots she sends to her friends make me look super crazy
I know that it happens but I'm not that crazy
I'm just in love a lil bit
I just be wanting to touch it lil bit
I just wanna be by her side a lil bit
Every other minute of my life, am I right?
Okay, so maybe I'm crazy
Okay, maybe a lil crazy
Okay, but she really too crazy
Okay, but she make me go crazy
Okay, but she really my baby
Okay, but she too fine, I'm angry
Okay, but she really the finest one out here
Gon' buy her a boat like she gravy
Crazy, uh
I'm hazy, I'm faded
My shit is too cold
I feel like I'm Miracle, baby
That went over some heads
It's okay, B, 'cause this shit crazy
Yeah, and she real
And she real
And she real hot like hot plate
Baby got hot cakes
Got some Mickey D's if you want 'em
She real smart, she the top of the class
And she popping the basketball, clutchin' her Prada
I'm smooth for this, blue and shit
I'm fighting on round 22 and shit
Losing it without a glance at her
True to this no time to laugh at her
She need some Tylenol
I'm likely out my mind about her
But I'm about my time
I leave you dry, you need my time
I'm out here next to Young Jordan, G. Payne
Dabbing Novella, like Saint
Preston on the prophet, like dang
And I'm passing it to Houston like Jae
Uh
Ooh baby, I'm sippin'
I'm sippin'
I'm trippin'
I cross those shots like Pippen
Too perc'd up and I'm ready to go
It's like Moulin Rouge how I dance on the flow
I got two broke hoes and they ready to blow
Young Jordan prod, so you know how it go
I'm like ooh, baby girl bad like Michael
Uh, throw it all back like retro
Uh, going downtown on the metro
Uh, VLG to the death, though
Uh, shawty got a ass on the back like a backpack
Wanna bag that, too bad
I know that I can't
She far from a saint
That's just what I think, ayy, ooh
I know that she crazy
Chi-town with my baby
I get how you say I'm crazy
Can't shit faze me, guess I'm crazy
I know
I know just how I'ma move
Like ten years ahead of my schedule
Man, I got plan, on a plan, on a plan, on a plan
I keep it moving like ABC
Do you see me?
ID at the VIP
No DMV, I drive my shit for free
Houston on the beat
I do it once, I'll do it again
Do not pretend you are my friend
You are a fan, god damn
I'm finna elevate, woah
This how we celebrate, woah
I'll take the world today, woah
Yeah we drink a lot
I should know, I do the most
You can tell me when I'm post
Burnt up like some piece of toast
Woah, woah, yeah
It's a superbop when we pop in the room
Got nothing to do but chill and make some hits out with the crew
With the crew
I go crazy, bitch, when you pop in the room
All we ever do is chill and smoke
You know I guess that's cool, guess that's cool
Aight, firstly, nigga, I killed it already
They bought a foundation, I built it already
I'm here for the risk if the thrill of it's heavy
Catch me like a prophet that killed Dr. Sebi, I
And I'm taking a breather
I spit all my speeches, I'm spamming my speakers
Got points on my license, I'm speaking
I spit out the truth and leave niggas speechless
I'm speaking like I'm really crazy, nigga
I'm where the flow and the waves be, nigga
Her nigga is mad cause he ain't me, nigga
If they need a feature, well, pay me nigga
Listen, don't talk if you not tryna pay me
And sayonara to exes who tried me and played me
'Cause now they just play me
Their penmanship lazy
The seamanship wavy
This shit is too crazy
And secondly, I'm far from finished
You talk and I live it
They copy my musical notes
Like my shit is diminished
The flow is replenished
I paid them a visit
My mind is a prison with limited sentences
My nigga, witness the sentences
I'm humble and care for her senses
You study my pen
And see I'm ambiguitous
Dumb it down
Can I do the saving
If you're against yelling save me
I lie for the truth
And lie in covers when I'm lazy
I'm taking baby steps
While I'm calling her baby
If you think my shit is not crazy
Yeah, you niggas is crazy
Okay, me and my lady got a sitcom
Love, like we in the 80's
No laughing on track, I'm rated
Still, I get loose, feel crazy here
Lately, I feel like I've just been taking care of myself
That don't even really make me better
Need me somebody to face these devils with
I've been lazy
Hit the kill switch and get faded
Feel like I'm crazy or something
But baby, I'm taking a jump
This is a lifetime kinda hook up
Don't need a lifeline, she saved me
I cannot stop the watch
I'm racing
Trying to meet death
Before anybody come take me
Houston, we got a problem, mayday
I got my foot on the pedal for safety
Swerving through all of this traffic
And texting your phone
I'm crazy, damn
You be Miss Officer, take me in
Cuff on my pants is amazing, shit
I'm dressed to kill, but still I'm waiting
Look, I never go outside, I'm crazy
It's crazy
I've been in the booth for a month and a pocket of coin
I'm changing
I hit the strip, it's raining
Flip that to a trip to the Caymans
Baby deserve a vacation
We just go up
Go a little crazy, let's pour up
Weed in the drink for the safety
Smoking to keep any thoughts from encasing me in this spot
I got so much time
But hope you do, too
And hope I don't hold you up anymore
I've been sitting here hoping they love me like you
But so what?
I got it good here, like good year
I don't low up
Yeah, yeah
I got it good here
Like good year, yeah
I don't slow up
It's a superbop when we pop in the room
Got nothing to do but chill and make some hits out with the crew
With the crew
I go crazy, bitch, when you pop in the room
All we ever do is chill and smoke
You know I guess that's cool, guess that's cool, uh
Uh-huh
I'm on the edge
She suckin' my dick
THC, pray it decay when I piss
Anxious, I keep that thing on my hip
Once again, I went to work
With the back of the wrist
Back of the wrist
Once again, I had to go out and pack it and rip
Pack it and rip
Had to bar out with my G's
Studio slacking, that shit wasn't me
Roll up an old wood
We smoking OD
I love the dope, and the dope love me
I'm up, I grind up a ounce
I'm zoning, I roll up and lock myself into the couch
I'm cheesing, nobody fucking with me
Like please, I'm laying 10 verses a week, bitch
It's easy
I've been motivated like Jeezy
I don't fuck with evil, I decrease it
Still it's fuck the police and the precinct
What you know about me's not a inkling
Never been a coward or a weak link
Told them all I been fucking with jinxes
I keep my lil bitch stuffed like a Reese's
As of recent
I can't go around doing no fun shit
Lock the studio up like a dungeon
Marijuana smoke is smelling pungent
Every time I rhyme I gotta punch in
And muscle toned, way I run shit
So I really don't need introductions
I'm the one, you heard what I said
I do keep the toolie right under the bed
I'm born and bred
To be this
You suck
I'm genius
I'm up
You stuck
I'm clutch
You see it
I look like a million bucks
I'm eating the pussy for lunch, yessir
You motherfuckers play me for dunce
I always come through when it's crunch, I did
Bitch
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Dante Henry, Jason Brooks, Josiah Davis, Levi Hinson, Luke Kraniak, Ricky Walters
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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