Supposedly
 作词 : Robert Thomas/Lesly Raymond/Adil Isanov/Joseph Nguyen
 作曲 : Robert Thomas/Lesly Raymond/Adil Isanov/Joseph Nguyen
You dealing with real project ****,
Know what I'm sayin', the biggest in here, Big 49
You good
Pussy
All these ****ing sticks, you better watch how you approaching me
**** started switchin' and they mad they can't get close to me
She was tryna **** me through DM, I hit back hopefully
Ask me if I'm ****in' his little, bitch, I'm like, "Supposedly"
I'm like, "Supposedly"
They killed my dog and ask me if I'm good, I'm like, "Supposedly"
I'm like, "Supposedly"
This bitch in here tryna get me head like she wanna take my soul from me
Real millionaire, real motion there, ****, I'm a trapper
I was standing on the block all day with killas, turn to a rapper
We done put **** on the news and start ****in' they hoes, that shit be tragic
Put money on **** hats and I'm getting that hat tapped off that static, ****
Money, cars and clothes, clothes, bows and hoes (Yeah)
Bitch say she love me, I'm like, "Yeah, I know" (Yeah)
Bubba for the low, bitch, I got a strong nose (Yeah)
Whoopty whosah whoopty whoo, that's how shit go
Product of the trenches, ****in' ****' bitches
Man baby Jesus, ****ed the whole city
Pills in my liver, I got bitches ****in' bitches
Free my uncle Key, fighting that life sentence
I'm like, "Bitch, I think I'm him" (I am)
That's what I had said when she asked me who I am
I was tryna break the rim
Ballin' like I'm Capo, diamonds jumpin' out the gym
I ain't doin' M, I ain't even gotta think hard, this ain't no cash
She tryna **** me, she ain't gotta think hard, it ain't romance
I let this young bitch hold my bank card, it ain't no cash
So many guns, this shit like vanguard, shit ain't C.O.D.
All these **** be like me, shit, all we fear is G-O-D
His name in some paperwork 'cause he talk to a C-O-P
We cannot have smoke if I can hop you with you V-O-P
We way up at the T-O-P, I hope you can spell, pussy
She keep tellin' me that she want deez, like she sell pussy
Spinnin' in the V's, **** know I be where ain't no 12 lookin'
Hunnit shot shorty right there in the trenches, feel like hell cookin'
Jumpin' on them torches, we can't even smoke him, he might tell somethin'
**** was tryna shit but now they on my dick
Every time I go talk to them dicks, 49 gon' plead the fifth
Every time I think about where I come from, I say, "Bitch, I'm him"
Every time I go back to the hood, big 10 mil on my hip
Meek just showed me **** dying, he on some feelings shit
I told him we made some mamas cry, bitch, we on killer shit
How the **** you see a top out in yo' face and don't kill that ****?
Bitch, I'm G all by my dolo, I don't need no ****
I'm the type to put bro on, you the type leave yo' ****
I'm the type to buy that bad ho Chrome, you the type penny pincher
Better be lucky I ain't a **** ****, would've put ya brother in it
**** mad over hoes we ****, ****, you a mad ****
Million dollas ain't shit to us, I'm the type can't get touched
I'm the type to go ghost a slut, can't let her **** her motion up
We the ones went, son, ain't no recruiting us
Remember that time I checked dude and he said they ain't sayin nothin'?
Trenches back alive, the killas back outside
I'm out the 9, but after Juan died, I left the 9
On Facetime with lil' G, they say the facts 'cause dude lying
I'm the hottest in the street, every time I drop, the block hot
**** pussy, private parts, I shut up and get paid to talk
High school, sold weed out a jar, man, I took that shit too far
I know dude a ho for sure, he ain't never have no paw
Only paw he ever knew, was a rat, I don't wanna talk
We was dirty growing up, but I'm rich now, bitch, it's up
Man, we be with superstars, but Buck still be selling soap
I'ma let the hood pick it, I don't need no A&R
And before the label shit, bitch, we been had A&R's