Kid Ink – Supersoaka


[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
And let her come and take me on my last ride, woah
Different city, same hoes
Cold nigga, pulled pimpin’ like it’s do or die
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’
And then I throw a bag on your body
(Murder on the beat so it’s not nice)
Bust a move, she got more, yeah

[Chorus]
You know, Stacey’s dad, shawty clueless
[Verse 2]
Huh Where you been? Where you been all my life?
I’m really hopin’ I can touch it, no conditions
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
I killed her, zip it up inside a body bag
Money shower, drop and hold it
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
Your friends bustin’ it but you been talkin’ on it
I’m just sayin’, huh, you don’t want the man, huh

Supersoka, change clothes
You know
Just pop somethin’ for me, while I pop another Rosé
I can tell you, Kelly Rowland
And then I dump a bag on your body
You know
It’s your jam, huh, peanut butter skin, huh
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Now she lookin’ at me like, "Don’t spray"
Supersoka, change clothes

[Pre-Chorus]
I just get that ass some ambition
Supersoka, change clothes
Parkin’ lot pimpin’ out at Follies (woah)
Baby, better get your mind and your act right
Woo, money man on a mission
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’
And know that I am not the holy rap type
You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah
[Intro]

Yeah, you know
Thought I seen your ass lookin’ thottie (woah)
You know
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
Rollin’ up a gram, huh, toast a couple grams high
Woah, bend it over, head and shoulders
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
I just throw my hand like I’m fishin’
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah

She told me sit like my hands round my back tied
Who am I? Who am I, baby?
[Chorus]
Different city, same hoes
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
I got ’em standin’ at attention
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
Different city, same hoes
You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah

Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
You say you need a shower, well I got hella ammunition
[Pre-Chorus]
I kill the scene, zip it up inside a body bag (yeah)