superbowl lyrics

[Intro]
Like Super Bowl
You sold ya'
We up deep
I can’t no give a f*ck, goin' to hell
And I just popped two beans and call girl, we f*cking thresh
And if you want that open, boy, then go ahead and bring your f*cking bag
And ring me up
And that price—, That shows your music, that sh*t f*cking tra—

[Verse]
Push up on 'em, leave ’em under if goin' talk about us
Heard he talking about gang, then we goin' slide and take his soul
If we pushed up, leave him stressed, leave his head with that pump
And if you want me at that venue, better f*cking pass on
Yeah, and my [?], I got two b*tches and we about to takе 'em on
And your hoe, she need that cash, so shе out of our control
And my [?] waves crash, like straight out of Super Bowl
And that package touch down like Super Bowl
Like Super Bowl
You sold ya'
We up deep
I can't no give a f*ck, goin' to hell
And I just popped two beans and call girl, we f*cking thresh
And if you want that open, boy, then go ahead and bring your f*cking bag
And ring me up
And that price—, That shows your music, that sh*t f*cking trash
That sh*t f*cking bad
I'm that thug, I ain’t the one to go out f*cking sad
I’ve been stalking your b*tch phone number, now I think he f*cking mad
These sl*ts be mad
Whatever, you've had the mans I’ve f*cking had
And I flood, I swear your music crappy, boy, that sh*t is f*cking trash
[Outro]
It's f*cking trash