Supposed To lyrics

[Intro]
Na, Na, Na
And that’s facts
And that's on God
Check it

[Chorus]
I won’t slip, so best not approach me (Yeah)
Big dutty glizzy I tote, I’m supposed to (Yeah)
n*ggas tryna get me, yeah, I know (For real)
Streets is getting sticky getting cold (Rr-rrah)
I always keep my stick, man, I'ma blow (Yeah, I'm on go)
She suck me, got my di*k up in her throat (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
I’m with the gang, I’m with the mob, you already know (It's O.K gang)
Bro caught a body, so you know we make a toast (Slime)
Bro caught a body, so you know we popping bottles (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
And you know she off a molly 'cause she f*cking everybody
And I keep it a stack
No cap up in my rap
My b*tch she hold my gat
Pull up, and then splat
On gang

[Verse 1]
Said OG’s don’t rate me, but they never gave me sh*t (Yeah)
Got it on my own, I lost my face where it was cold (Yeah)
Screaming "Free up GG", man, he got the phone on hold (Yeah)
They hit him with a AM (Yeah), and he hug it and never told (Yeah)
It’s dark up on my side, I seen some sh*t I never told
Don’t come up on my side, you wanna leave up in a box?
What you need? Got the glizzy in the box, it got the lock
BLM, and you know that I’m still screaming f*ck the cops
I’m still screaming f*ck the pigs
Pull up on me, bust your wig
And I’m Peppa from the south, I really got it how it is
And I’m from where Raptors play
And the Blue Jays, yeah, they slay
Seeing demons everyday
I ain’t even sleep today
On god
[Chorus]
I won’t slip, so best not approach me
Big dutty glizzy I tote, I’m supposed to (Ugh)
n*ggas tryna get me, yeah, I know (I know)
Streets is getting sticky getting cold (I know)
I always keep my stick, man, I'ma blow (For sure)
She suck me, got my di*k up in her throat (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
I’m with the gang, I’m with the mob (Mob), you already know (I'm with my bros)
Bro caught a body, so you know we make a toast (Slime)
Bro caught a body, so you know we popping bottles
And you know she off a molly 'cause she f*cking everybody
And I keep it a stack (Yeah)
No cap up in my rap (Yeah)
My b*tch she hold my gat (Yeah)
Pull up, and then splat (Skrrt)
On gang

[Verse 2]
I know they can’t stand me (They can't)
Tryna win a Grammy, get it for my family
Don’t get calls from my aunties (I don't)
But I still love my family, buckets call me Andy
Popping percs like it’s candy
She into the xannies, b*tch take off your panties
My lifestyle be a game bro (It is)
No you cannot tag me, red dot look like acne (You dead)
Four up in a Faygo (Faygo)
She eat me like a bagel
Simon, I can’t say no
And I swear I won’t change no
'Cause I’m from the Lane, oh, got it on the Jane, oh
[Chorus]
I won’t slip, so best not approach me
Big dutty glizzy I tote, I’m supposed to
n*ggas tryna get me, yeah, I know (Oh my God)
Streets is getting sticky getting cold (Yeah, I know)
I always keep my stick, man, I'ma blow (Yeah, that's on God)
She suck me, got my di*k up in her throat (Yeah)
I’m with the gang, I’m with the mob (Mob), you already know (You already know)
Bro caught a body, so you know we make a toast
Bro caught a body, so you know we popping bottles
And you know she off a molly 'cause she f*cking everybody
And I keep it a stack (Yeah)
No cap up in my rap (Yeah)
My b*tch she hold my gat (Yeah)
Pull up, and then splat
On gang