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Super Gremlin (Remix)
Too legit Yeah, we could be superstars We been rather wrecking cars (Rap God album out right now, man, that bitch went number one) What is at stake for us? (Independent, man, shout-out that boy Kodak, man, fuck with me) Kicking off power mirrors We was local superstars (Yeah, we could be superstars) Mixtapes going super hard (But I'm pretty sure our time is up) As we grew up, we grew apart (And so we fell off the
spinning tops) Still took over my crew to Mars (Don't know, maybe for trial) One day, I
ran into the
knocks I
still found my way through the
dark I'm uno when they view the
charts Play guilt, see, I
put truth in bars If any famous rapper Ever play with me, I'm shooting stars Pull up, throw the
coupe and park No blow torch, this tool will spark On beats, I'm a
gremlin These rappers be trembling I'ma prob, every bar the
cringin Some lack comprehension Word to God, pop up in his hood Ain't looking for no engine I'm inside, catch fam on the
couch And show him like the
Simpsons when I
slide Turn his clothes to Crimson, pistol whip him senseless with this rode Extensions in attendance ,
popping like it's trending, let it ride Turn with tools, that's wrenches, hoes getting lit like Insents ,
he gon' die Wreck up many siblings, make 'em pay with entries, oh my God I
done been accused of some things I
ain't gotta prove, not a
thing Fliest killer you've ever seen I
just bought a
tool with a
beam New choppa came with two magazines It go badaboom, badabing Wack you and every goon on your team Put the
blick up to 'em, let 'em sing Family 'bout they tune while they sing They got barbecue, give 'em wings Woke up, never snoozed on my dreams Hulk up in the
mood for the
green I'm number one, two, three, four, five 'Cause it ain't no room in between She can keep her eyes off the
prince Shawty said she knew I'm a
king Forgot her man, she say I'm flyer than 'em I
done got her smooth out her jeans Pipe will turn his boo to a
fein I
bet her eyes glued to the
screen His bitch on my Johnson Rub it in like lotion Can't slide my wood in hoes Without using that Trojan Lost a
couple homies But never lost focus Snap out like hypnosis My lines is the
dopest How you a
grown ass man with kids But, bitch, you trollin'? It ain't shit to leave this rap To get on bull like I'm D. Rosing Bitch, I'm from the
jets We step on shit like roaches I'm in yo' yard with choppas Bitch, don't think I'm mowing His head, I
put a
hole in Drop mo' shit than Collins Pop 'em like ibuprofen Pill out, bitch, we rolling I'm not spitting I'm barfing I
mean fire, that's aroson These niggas soft like Charmin And let's get it on, no Marvin I
got you rappers scared as Gizmo Pockets fat like Lizzo Yeah, they sick, feel they fucking stomach Get the
Pepto Bismol Big extendo in his fizzle I
might let it blizzle When I
start sending, it ain't [?] Bitch, you know my ammo Just play your part, this ain't no demo I'll get stressed like limbo Smack this shit out you with this pistol Slice yo' shit like Kimbo When sticks start blowing, bitch, that's endo Brain splat on his pillow I'm always armed, you know the
deal Bitch, call me armadillo Bitch, I'm bishop shooting Let off gyal in Riverside Your family weep a
river, cry [?] don't sympathize I
don't give a
fuck if it was halftime I
ain't switching sides My gun go off, it's taking souls Tape around, I'll finish line Don't get around, we stand around Them heaters like it's winner time Whenever I
remix some shit Bitch, every time is dinner time (Ah-ah) Don't think 'cause I'm a
superstar That I
won't come creep through yo' yard Somebody better pray for you I
just put a
switch on a
blick Don't think 'cause I'm a
superstar That I
won't come creep through yo' yard But now it's too late for you I
just put a
switch on a
blick Yeah, we could be superstars But I'm pretty sure our time is up So we fell off the
spinning tops Don't know, maybe for trial, but way more error
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