Double-U ft. Jay Shades Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye, aye, Supa

SV I go Supa in the studio

Supa Viln fresh up out of the blue

Supa true blue way down to the shoes

Supa double you, ain't a chance that I'll lose

All you niggas cappin' I'm just tellin' the truth, uh huh

Burnt by a label nigga you ain't hot

Editor, director, I'ma set my plot

Nigga Supa her protector but I'll beat that box

I go hard like D-block nigga OG L.O.X. (for sure)

Niggas feel a way, niggas really don't know me

Bitches want play, they want a dose of the OwePi

Speaker to your face'll have you listening closely

You cropped out the pic, I told your bitch not to post me

I don't want clout from no hobbyist Nigga, I fit the vibe, the description

I hit all kinds of positions, I'm too inclined to just mix with you fuckin' lottery tickets

Maybe you will, maybe you won't

You don't vibe with the bitches, ha

Can't let go, like I'm made out of gorilla glue

You came off invisible, you sad because you miserable

Liquor mix like chemicals, might turn me to a criminal

Niggas wanna get into well, I'ma send my niggas through

Give no fucks like I got one nut

Keep away from us nigga, you'll get fucked up

Until I get a bag, I can't talk bout none

Kick hit like a stab, bass hit like a gun, butt

Supa Viln fresh up out of the blue (you know)

Supa true blue way down to the shoes (for sure)

Supa double you, ain't a chance that I'll lose (rich roll)

All you niggas cappin' I'm just tellin' the truth, uh huh (control)

Burnt by a label nigga you ain't hot (naw)

Editor, director, I'ma set my plot (yeah)

Nigga Supa her protector but I'll beat that box

I go hard like D-block nigga OG L.O.X. (yeah)

Supa Viln fresh up out of the stu

Show a rapper what it do, I catch the beat like the flu

So secluded, how I move, I make you wish you knew

Supa Nygma with the plot, you niggas have no clue

I got money fetish, fuck, look at all them blues

You niggas can't pay rent, but you rent out a coop

These bitches want the scoop, like they work for the news

When niggas got the talent, it persuades them to choose

Niggas flashin' fake money on the social coochie

These niggas confuse me, like what are you proving

Niggas flashin' fake money on the social for clout though

I'm for something bigger, stick the claim in your block, yo

Rich roll, sorry only, moving left, round here

Thick hoe, wanna give me top then do my hair

Uh, they hatin' cause I'm here, nigga, life's not fair

If it ain't about a bag, nigga, I don't care

Supa Viln fresh up out of the blue

Supa true blue way down to the shoes (for sure)

Supa double you, ain't a chance that I'll lose (you know)

All you niggas cappin' I'm just tellin' the truth

Burnt by a label nigga you ain't hot

Editor, director, I'ma set my plot (uh huh)

Nigga Supa her protector but I'll beat that box

I go hard like D-block nigga OG L.O.X. (huh)