Supposedly lyrics

[Intro: Rob49 & Meek Mill]
You dealing with real project n*ggas (Brr)
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm the biggest in here (You good)
Big 49
pus*y
Chases

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
All these f*cking sticks, you better watch how you approachin' me (Brr)
n*ggas started switchin', now they mad they can't get close to me (They mad)
She was tryna f*ck me through DM, I hit back hopefully (Okay)
Ask me if I'm f*ckin' his little b*tch, I'm like, "Supposedly" (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Supposedly"
They killed my dog and ask me if I'm good, I'm like, "Supposedly" (I'm good, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Supposedly"
This b*tch in hеre tryna get me hеad like she wanna take my soul from me

[Verse 2: Rob49]
Yeah, real millionaire, real motion there, n*gga, I'm a trapper
I was standin' on the block (Yeah) all day with killas, turn to a rapper (For real)
We done put n*ggas on the news and start f*ckin' they hoes, that sh*t be tragic (For real)
Put money on n*ggas hats, and I'm getting that hat tapped off that static, n*gga
Money, cars and clothes (Yeah), clothes, 'bows and hoes (Clothes, 'bows and hoes)
b*tch say she love me, I'm like, "Yeah, I know" (I'm like, "Yeah, I know")
Hm, yeah, Bubba for the low (Yeah), b*tch, I got a strong nose (I got a strong nose)
Yeah, whoopty, whosah, whoopty, woo, that's how sh*t go (That's how sh*t go)
Uh, yeah, product of the trenches, f*ckin' n*ggas b*tches, huh
Man baby Jesus (Yeah), f*cked the whole city, huh (Yeah)
Pills in my liver (Yeah), I got b*tches f*ckin' b*tches, huh (Hm)
Free my uncle Key (Yeah), fighting that life sentence, huh
[Verse 3: Meek Mill & Rob49]
I'm like, "b*tch, I think I'm him" (I am)
That's what I had said when she asked me who I am (f*ck a [?])
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 (sh*t too easy)
This ain't no cash, she tryna f*ck me, she ain't gotta think hard (It's too easy)
It ain't romance, I let this young b*tch hold my bank card (Poppin' greasy)
It ain't no cash, so many guns, this sh*t like vanguard (For no reason)
sh*t ain't C.O.D
All these n*ggas be like me, sh*t, 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, pus*y (Aah)
She keep tellin' me that she want deez, like she sell pus*y
Spinnin' in them V's, n*gga know I be where ain't no 12 lookin' (Skrrt)
Hundred shot shorty right there in the trenches, feel like hell cookin' (Feel like hell)
Jumpin' on them torches, we can't even smoke him, he might tell somethin' (Yeah, he might tell)

[Verse 4: Rob49]
n*ggas was tryna sh*t, but now they on my di*k (No they on my di*k)
Every time I go talk to them di*ks, 49 gon' plead the fifth (I'ma plead the fifth)
Every time I think about where I come from, I say, "b*tch, I'm him" (b*tch, I'm him)
Every time I go back to the hood, big 10 mil' on my hip (Brr)
Meek just showed me n*ggas dyin', he on some feelings sh*t (Some feelings sh*t)
I told him we made some mamas cry, b*tch, we on killer sh*t (We on killer sh*t)
How the f*ck you see a top out in yo' face and don't kill that n*gga?
b*tch, I'm G all by my dolo, I don't need no n*gga (Huh)
I'm the type to put bro on, you the type leave your n*ggas (Huh)
I'm the type to buy that bad ho Chrome, you the type penny pincher (Huh)
Better be lucky, I ain't a f*ck n*gga, would've put ya brother in it (Huh)
n*ggas mad over hoes we f*ck, n*gga, you a mad n*gga (Yeah)
Million dollas ain't sh*t to us, I'm the type can't get touched (Huh)
I'm the type to go ghost a sl*t, can't let her f*ck her motion up (Huh)
We the ones went, son, n*gga, ain't no recruitin' us (Recruitin' us)
Remember that time I checked dude, and he said they ain't sayin nothin'? (Ain't sayin nothin')
Trenches back alive, the killers back outside (The killers back outside)
I'm out the 9, but after Juan died, I left the 9 (Alright)
On Facetime with lil' G, they say the facts 'cause dude lying (For real)
I'm the hottest in the street, every time I drop, the block hot, yeah (For real)
n*ggas pus*y, private parts, I shut up and get paid to talk (Yeah)
High school, sold weed out a jar (Yeah), man, I took that sh*t too far (Yeah)
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 (Yeah)
We was dirty growin' up (Yeah), but I'm rich now, b*tch, it's up (Yeah)
Man, we be with superstars (Yeah), but Buck still be selling soap (Yeah)
I'ma let the hood pick it (Yeah), I don't need no A&R (Yeah)
And before the label sh*t, b*tch, we been had A&R's (Yeah)