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[Intro; Producer Tag]

Supreme, you're a bitch

[Verse 1; Rare Bass]

Jump on a pussy in two seconds

I hope I taught a pussy boy a lesson

All black benz with the smith and westons

Yeah, I came prepared with the motherfucking weapons

Aye, they my toys (they my toys)

Imma play with your girl like she a toy (like she a toy)

For the boys (for the huh)

We playing round, yeah

We stacking points, aye

We in the rolls (we in the rolls)

We in the Royce (we in the royce)

Pick a motherfucker up in the ritz car

Skirting off yeah, we flying to mars

Going so far yeah we gon' reach the stars

Imma show you how it's done fucking in a car, uh

Skirting off, yeah

We flying to mars, yeah

Going so far yeah we gon' reach the stars, aye

On the top (on the top)

Never stop (never stopped)

Shoot a motherfucker in his motherfucking arm (like woah woah woah)

[Verse 2; Mc Hedge]

Like hoe, hoe, hoe

Bitch, come over

Please come check this

Bitches wanna text this

Haku how Imma reck this

Ain’t no golden globes

Anime bitches, yes they rode

Off with the strap on like Lana Rhodes

She got the tonge like she a toad

I fuck the bitch now she gon' glow

Pussy was open like a goal

Bitches wanna go and talk shit

Imma fly off to Mars

Bitches wanna skirt off, shooting for the stars

Ima supe my whip

While we fly off to Mars

Imma fuck that bitch in the fucking ritz car

Bitch yes we getting into it

And all these lil bitches gon' ride

Like adamaconsue

Bitch we suing

You ain’t ask to tap

And we ain’t ask you to rap

And We fluent in hitting your hoe form the back

Yes I’d call that white privlige

That’s a village I’m 'boutta go