HOLLYWOOD

[Intro: Supa Bwe]
One, hut, Two, hut
Three, hut, four, hut
One, hut, Two, hut
Three, hut, four, hut
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I’m there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there, there, there (Three, hut, four, hut)

[Pre-Chorus: Supa Bwe]
These bitches be trippin' and childish
She actin’ all bougie, lil' bitch I got mileage
If your nigga broke, then go get you a pilot
'Cause I'm high as fuck while I'm flyin' to islands
My bitch lookin' foreign, same place DJ Khaled from
These bitches boring, they act like Kardashian's
I want to fuck but just hit from the back of them
Heard there’s a party, inviting a pack of ’em

[Chorus: Supa Bwe]
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I’m there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I’m there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

[Verse 1: Supa Bwe]
I'm big bully proof, nigga
I would hate me too, I probably would, nigga, yeah
I'm going pearly whirly
Niggas tweakin' cause they blue, I probably could, nigga, yeah
I'm going Hollywood
I can't hear now because you wasn't blood, you wasn't there (Hollywood)
Horror story, but I made it out
While my niggas' books still there
I'm going Hollywood, nigga
I would hate me too, I probably would, nigga, yeah (Hollywood)
This too much truth for you Hollywood niggas
Life's not fair (Hollywood)
Big Glock on me, flex revival, try me, aim it your hair
She put it on me like a chair
I wish a nigga would, double dare

[Pre-Chorus: Supa Bwe]
These bitches be trippin' and childish
She actin' all bougie, lil' bitch I got mileage
If your nigga broke, then go get you a pilot
'Cause I'm high as fuck while I'm flyin' to islands
My bitch lookin' foreign, same place DJ Khaled from
These bitches boring, they act like Kardashian's
I want to fuck but just hit from the back of them
Heard there's a party, inviting a pack of 'em

[Chorus: Supa Bwe]
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)

[Verse 2: Iman Shumpert]
A seat at the table to say the least
I do not fit in with niggas that never eat
I do not talk to no woman that think it's sweet
Had a few comments since everyone mad at me
I got a bag on me, I got a bag on me
I guess I lend all my ears to the faculty
Move the money like Lindsay and Master P
Daughter a genius, my wife is a masterpiece (Yeah)
Pack of 'em, I got a pack of it
Back of the party, that's accurate
Actin' like I ain't got nothing to lose
'Cause I ain't got nothin' to prove (I ain't got nothin' to prove)
I'm in the cut with a move
Please, do not step on my shoes
You try to play me, you lose
All that stuntin' you do
All that frontin' you don't move it

[Pre-Chorus: Supa Bwe]
These bitches be trippin' and childish
She actin' all bougie, lil' bitch I got mileage
If your nigga broke, then go get you a pilot
'Cause I'm high as fuck while I'm flyin' to islands
My bitch lookin' foreign, same place DJ Khaled from
These bitches boring, they act like Kardashian's
I want to fuck but just hit from the back of them
Heard there's a party, inviting a pack of 'em

[Chorus: Supa Bwe]
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)
I'm there (One, hut, Two, hut)
I'm there (Three, hut, four, hut)