Supposed To Lyrics
Yeahhhh…
Krazy Mob…
Kidd Wonder…
Is this Pop Warner…
Mhmm not normal…
Lost it all and got it right back, that’s how it’s supposed to go
Told her, “Alright, you can be my bitch but I ain’t posting though”
Think back on the past when I was broke I get emotional
If you see my name in yo bitch phone don’t take it personal
Tell my bitches all the same shit but it be working though
Can’t believe these n****s tryna rap, that shit be horrible
Y’all could probably try that shit on them but we ain’t going though
Promised I was bout to quite the drank but I be pouring though
Got my wings when I got out, I feel like Cardo
This bitch think she me or something. feel like Nardo
Put your all into this bitch and got your heartbroken
Shit, I done took a lot of L’s but I didn’t harp on it
Bossed her up and gave her back, I left my mark on it
Yeah I done flooded out my wrist, it’s just a start for me
Yeah I done been that n**** way since Pop Warner
Bitches stare at me and say this n**** not normal
When I’m in the bank the only time I dress formal
Yeah I’m a big Commander like I’m Josh Norman
While my bitches here, I’m being smooth, I’m tryna act normal
Told her I just want her face, I ain’t that horny
Lady asking how my day when I’m at Marni
Facing woods, n****s you can’t smoke with me
Pull up to the Laker game, yeah they chauffeur me
Let us out on Chick Hearn where the coaches be
I got killers with me mean mugging but they joking me
Me and you don’t got the same money, n****s broke to me
Leave a bitch and get her back, that’s how it’s supposed to me
Fans running up, they see me through the mask, how they notice me?
I been drinking juice, I don’t need no liquor
Think she out with her friends, I’m finna meet up with her
We at Mr. Chow, you had to heat up dinner
Your bitch telling me it’s been a while, I still keep up with her
N****s need to quit rapping, I don’t see no effort
This ain’t cheap, bitches always tryna keep my sweaters
Smoking real 41s, it don’t get no better
N****s taking big hits of reggie, n****s Lito Sheppard
You should be ashamed of this bitch, n**** she so desperate
Do the dash, I’m going a hundred like I’m Devin Hester
You could keep the tattle tellers, free the ones that matter
I would never dare to wash a dish, who finna clean up after?
All black Dior slacks, I’m finna call my pastor
Yeah, thought my bitch was cheating, she just doing lashes
I do a n**** shady like I’m Marshall Mathers
We was stranded in the trenches, now we going platinum
Po’d, fell asleep fresh as fuck, never wore pajamas
Cartier bifocals, feel like George Costanza
Fully loaded new foreign, I’m not getting standard
N****s in the house broke, drinking beer, getting hammered
House keeper say she tried of always sweeping ashes
Biggest house on the block look like Caesar’s Palace
Pull the books off the shelf, I got a secret passage
Yeah I might post up my new bitch for all these people asking