SUPERBAD YNG Martyr

[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha
Balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck
Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha
If you at the party, let's hit, let's fuck
Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha
Knew your boyfriend was a bitch, that's tough
Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha
If you at the party, let's hit, let's fuck

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna get a bag and run it like Nikola for the Nuggets
I'm a big goat, big jumper, I'm from the three
She a super bad stunner, who tell me she that Mclovin'
How I'm awkward and I'm shy, I'm kinda like Michael C
Tryna tell em' easy, like ease off baby, I need my cheese
I'll fuckin' talk to you later if you really wanna speak, uh
If you got the piece motherfucker, they call police
Like, "The swoop-swoop comin'", I need'a motherfuckin' leave, uh
Walkin' with that talk and drippin' sauce
And my brother grab that gun and squeeze like he Alec Baldwin it
Uh, how you pussies gonna talk, when ya pushin' 44 like, it's P
Bro, you are balding (Oh my God, ay)
I'm at the studio and grindin' to 12
Higher than Hell, while she grippin', tryna grind on my belt
I told the label throw some millies if I'm signing a deal
And I don't even think I'm tryna sell for real, bitch, uh-huh