Not many people know my face I'm making my mark in the place
Don't even need that bottle of ace
Gonna replace you in like 5 years so get out my chair find a new career
Hell I'll even pay your bus fare
So many people tryna' break into my space and take all of my things metaphorically you know
I think you get the idea
At least they not tryna' hitch a ride in my coat tail automobile
Talking like you Pull up in a wraith
Know where I stayed?
Wasn't where you were
Cause I'm on the slate
Gotta get up on that level
Gotta get off that pebble
Get on that pedestal
You can get better still
Its pretty crazy
Why you do that its so lazy
I gotta get back on my jay-z
Everybody coming out to play me
We just wanna make bread
Wanna get to know us? Gotta break bread
Just like they said
Get a face tatt, colour my dreads
Steppin' to us, now you gotta do better than that
Whit3 Boy, GucciBoy coming for that check
Movin' out the way you think you are better than this
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
I gotta get right back on my pimp shit
Point the choppa at ya nose and get a face lift
Just like nascar with the whip I do a quick drift
Bring her over to my crib and she gone let me hit
Shawty trippin off my swag and leave her in the mist
Grab the notebook and the pen and write a quick diss
Pussy boy can't even talk I think he gotta lisp
I throw up the b for blood but I still mess with crips
Pretty boy, pretty teeth and I'm dark skin
Keep a shotti on my back like it's a back fin
Choppa hit ya 2 to 3 times make ya body spin
I'm own person nigga I don't listen
Straight facts, all in black
Fire shots I got the Mac
Niggas hate I got the racks
I be moving hard no cap
Get to it no sap
All my niggas stay in packs
Get the guap I get the stacks
GucciBoy just want the cash GucciBoy just want the cash
Get the guap I get the stacks, GucciBoy just want the cash. get the guap I get the stacks (yuh)
Steppin' to us, now you gotta do better than that
Whit3 Boy, GucciBoy coming for that check
Movin' out the way you think you are better than this
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
Whit3 Boy - Supreme (feat. GucciBoyMelv) Lyrics
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Not many people know my face I'm making my mark in the place
Don't even need that bottle of ace
Gonna replace you in like 5 years so get out my chair find a new career
Hell I'll even pay your bus fare
So many people tryna' break into my space and take all of my things metaphorically you know
I think you get the idea
At least they not tryna' hitch a ride in my coat tail automobile
Talking like you Pull up in a wraith
Know where I stayed?
Wasn't where you were
Cause I'm on the slate
Gotta get up on that level
Gotta get off that pebble
Get on that pedestal
You can get better still
Its pretty crazy
Why you do that its so lazy
I gotta get back on my jay-z
Everybody coming out to play me
We just wanna make bread
Wanna get to know us? Gotta break bread
Just like they said
Get a face tatt, colour my dreads
Steppin' to us, now you gotta do better than that
Whit3 Boy, GucciBoy coming for that check
Movin' out the way you think you are better than this
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
I gotta get right back on my pimp shit
Point the choppa at ya nose and get a face lift
Just like nascar with the whip I do a quick drift
Bring her over to my crib and she gone let me hit
Shawty trippin off my swag and leave her in the mist
Grab the notebook and the pen and write a quick diss
Pussy boy can't even talk I think he gotta lisp
I throw up the b for blood but I still mess with crips
Pretty boy, pretty teeth and I'm dark skin
Keep a shotti on my back like it's a back fin
Choppa hit ya 2 to 3 times make ya body spin
I'm own person nigga I don't listen
Straight facts, all in black
Fire shots I got the Mac
Niggas hate I got the racks
I be moving hard no cap
Get to it no sap
All my niggas stay in packs
Get the guap I get the stacks
GucciBoy just want the cash GucciBoy just want the cash
Get the guap I get the stacks, GucciBoy just want the cash. get the guap I get the stacks (yuh)
Steppin' to us, now you gotta do better than that
Whit3 Boy, GucciBoy coming for that check
Movin' out the way you think you are better than this
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
Don't even need that bottle of ace
Gonna replace you in like 5 years so get out my chair find a new career
Hell I'll even pay your bus fare
So many people tryna' break into my space and take all of my things metaphorically you know
I think you get the idea
At least they not tryna' hitch a ride in my coat tail automobile
Talking like you Pull up in a wraith
Know where I stayed?
Wasn't where you were
Cause I'm on the slate
Gotta get up on that level
Gotta get off that pebble
Get on that pedestal
You can get better still
Its pretty crazy
Why you do that its so lazy
I gotta get back on my jay-z
Everybody coming out to play me
We just wanna make bread
Wanna get to know us? Gotta break bread
Just like they said
Get a face tatt, colour my dreads
Steppin' to us, now you gotta do better than that
Whit3 Boy, GucciBoy coming for that check
Movin' out the way you think you are better than this
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
I gotta get right back on my pimp shit
Point the choppa at ya nose and get a face lift
Just like nascar with the whip I do a quick drift
Bring her over to my crib and she gone let me hit
Shawty trippin off my swag and leave her in the mist
Grab the notebook and the pen and write a quick diss
Pussy boy can't even talk I think he gotta lisp
I throw up the b for blood but I still mess with crips
Pretty boy, pretty teeth and I'm dark skin
Keep a shotti on my back like it's a back fin
Choppa hit ya 2 to 3 times make ya body spin
I'm own person nigga I don't listen
Straight facts, all in black
Fire shots I got the Mac
Niggas hate I got the racks
I be moving hard no cap
Get to it no sap
All my niggas stay in packs
Get the guap I get the stacks
GucciBoy just want the cash GucciBoy just want the cash
Get the guap I get the stacks, GucciBoy just want the cash. get the guap I get the stacks (yuh)
Steppin' to us, now you gotta do better than that
Whit3 Boy, GucciBoy coming for that check
Movin' out the way you think you are better than this
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
Before you try to play me just allow me to finish
Writer: Melvin Gwean, Quinn Boyce-Bacon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid