Supafly (Sped Up) lyrics

[Intro]
(Beau Willie)

[Chorus: BiC Fizzle & Cootie]
b*tch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Moving like the mob, we driving fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm living large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', b*tch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young n*ggas some shooting stars
I got far from playing my cards right, young n*gga super smart

[Verse 1: Cootie]
Solo in that two-door, super fly, plus, I'm the hero (Yeah, ho)
Juiced up, feed my ego, yeah, you know I got that lingo (Yeah, yeah)
I was out there, I was too broke
Now I'm out there with the white folks (Yeah, yeah-yeah, ho)
Invest in so much real estate, can't see my bank get too low (Yeah-yeah)
Remember praying for a come up, I was hustlin' for the bills (Yeah, ho)
Now I live that life, a different whip at every crib (Yeah, yeah)
Invested in a truck, I get a check without the deal (Yeah, yeah-yeah, ho)
Real trap n*gga, 'member I was hustlin' out the crib (Yeah, yeah-yeah, ho)
Risktaker, but you know that come with how I live (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm a b*tch taker (Yeah, yeah, yeah), all I do is smile and she come here (Yeah, ho)
I been winning for some years (Yeah, yeah, yeah) lil' n*gga, let's just keep it clear
You can't catch this SRT (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), f*ck around and get left up in the rear (Yeah, ho)
[Chorus: BiC Fizzle & Cootie]
b*tch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Moving like the mob, we driving fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm living large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', b*tch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young n*ggas some shooting stars
I got far from playing my cards right, young n*gga super smart (Fizzle)

[Verse 2: BiC Fizzle]
Juiced up full of dough, I'm feeling good, so hide your ho (Yeah, ho)
Drip from head to toe, attention when I hit the door (Yeah, yeah)
I don't do features if you ain't paying the fee
That's somethin' that you should know (Yeah, yeah-yeah, ho)
Did it fast and fled the scene, say he got hit up by a ghost, poof (Yeah-yeah)
Two-door this a coupe, I ain't solo, got your boo (Yeah, ho)
Bust her down, can't get her off me, this ho stuck like super glue
Straight to the top, I ain't need no wings but you can say BiC Fizzle flew (Yeah, yeah-yeah, ho)
1K 4L, this sh*t ain't new, been like that since middle school (Yeah, yeah-yeah, ho)
I'm a real n*gga
Come straight out that bottom, he a problem
They can't deal with 'em
Gossip like these hoes, these n*ggas b*tches
I can't deal with 'em
Record label come, I need a mill' or I can't deal with 'em
Keep that Tommy on me like I'm Hilfiger
[Chorus: BiC Fizzle & Cootie]
b*tch, I'm stupid fly
I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie
Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow
Moving like the mob, we driving fast inside these fancy cars
Big house, three-car garage, I'm living large, you should've seen a star
'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly
Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', b*tch, I'm on planet Mars
No, we ain't far from the M's, them young n*ggas some shooting stars
I got far from playing my cards right, young n*gga super smart

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ho
Yeah-yeah