Supa Peach - Pretty Gang Lyrics

Yeah, aye, we gon' turn this up real quick
Takeover (Supa) gang-gang-gang-gang-gang
Aye man, we really,really,really finna turn up in this thing man
Man, aye DJ, I'ma need you, drop that track

I'ma turn it up when you see me with my pretty gang
Ain't no questions asked when you see me spitting pretty flames
Supa see em' hatin' even when I'm rocking tinted frames
You can't tell me nothing
All y'all just a bunch of little lames

Pretty gang, pretty gang
Pretty gang, pretty gang
I'ma turn it up when you see me wit' my pretty gang
Ain't no questions asked when you see me spitting pretty flames

Pretty gang, no games
Coming in changing things
Pulling up, taking names
Hopping out wit' my pretty gang
Yo' style, not the same
But mine so insane
You cross the line you rude ma', you uh
Put some respeck on my name
Yeah, really I'm the peoples champion
I be in places you can't be in
Rap game on pause, I'm comin' in
Grind hard, born tough
I was born to win
All fake then Supa like I'm born again
Christian red bottoms, I'm stepping in
Sand up year long, so Caribbean
Supa' duper big money, I'm swimming in
May day, may day
Everyday feels like a payday
Spitting these bars like it's Friday
Going to the bank on Monday
Hallelujah on Sunday
No vacay on Tuesday
Gimme' Supa Wednesday
I stay looking like payday, hey

I'ma turn it up when you see me with my pretty gang
Ain't no questions asked when you see me spitting pretty flames
Supa see em' hatin' even when I'm rocking tinted frames
You can't tell me nothing
All y'all just a bunch of little lames

Pretty gang, pretty gang
Pretty gang, pretty gang
I'ma turn it up when you see me wit' my pretty gang
Ain't no questions asked when you see me spitting pretty flames

Yeah, you can catch me in the city
Know I'm always getting pretty
Fans love me cause I'm witty
Never see me act sedity
When you see me you salute
'Cause you know I'm the truth
Supa, Supa comin' wit' it, 'cause you know I'm bout' to kill it
I go insane like hurricane
Can't clone me, no Gucci Mane
Hurting em', no Novacane
I'm in the booth, just spitting flames
I earn my stripes, no candy cane
So flexible, I switch lanes
Come for me, we not the same
Throwing shade is not a game
I blame ya' mama for the mess she made
I got the keys, I'm runnin' things
I got em' shook, they yellin' names
They say I'm hot, like propane
I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing on em' like pay day
Hey, bring it, bring it back

I'ma turn it up when you see me with my pretty gang
Ain't no questions asked when you see me spitting pretty flames
Supa see em' hatin' even when I'm rocking tinted frames
You can't tell me nothing
All y'all just a bunch of little lames

Pretty gang, pretty gang
Pretty gang, pretty gang
I'ma turn it up when you see me wit' my pretty gang
Ain't no questions asked when you see me spitting pretty flames