Super Active

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
They know my head tap official (Head tap), get up close and smack the gristle (Brr)
Guilty by association, you go post up, you dyin' with 'em
Cold start the SRT, get in that bitch, we flyin', nigga
Been tryna keep my hands clean, but I got used to fryin' niggas
We don't lock in with created players, access denied, nigga (Access denied)
Fuck up they block, then switch the V, flame up a 'Wood, he died, nigga (That nigga gone)
These niggas be hoes, they'll do the crime and not the time with you
Can't figure mе out, I get super active, but I'm a quiеt nigga (I get active)

[Verse]
Up my switch and tap the button, that ho sing like the choir, nigga (Brr, brr)
I'ma chase you down 'cause all I want is you to feel like Mariah, nigga (Chase you down, chase you down)
They helped you kick it off, but ain't gon' slide with you, that's a shame
We really pick shit off, might let my slime get you, that's your brains
I'm a big dude, but ain't shit funny here, told her I'm not Jermaine
I'm armed and dangerous, get a nigga killed, don't gotta watch my chain (Get 'em gone)
Hop out the whip and up my chop on him, throw hot shit, I got aim (Brrah, brrah)
Hotbox the whip, we sittin' outside his crib, creep up, now he got fame
I love money, I get paid
Smokin' exotic 'til I fade (Purchase your track now)
We got Percs, weed, and drank
Niggas sippin' on that spinach, but I been pourin' purple rain
Them niggas mad that they ain't with us, but they don't make enough to hang (He broke, he broke as hell)
Ain't no way these niggas ain't gang, he don't do enough to bang
He ain't never tapped a brain (Huh?)
He ain't never shot no opp (On gang)
Why the fuck y'all let him hang? (The fuck?)
I want money, I want money, I want money, I'm gon' pop it (I want money, I want money)
This shit'll get slimy about that monyun in these 100s, I done watched it
Mastro's, havin' steak for dinner with a bad bitch from the 100s
Niggas know 'Tanna don't play no game, bitch, I be talkin' money (Huh? Huh?)
Broad day, switch up on the Glock, shit, I might throw a hundred (Brr)
These niggas broke, steady chasin' hoes, shit, he'll never see no money
He broke as fuck, ain't got his shit together, nigga, he'll never be no money
Three-sixty deal, I won't never sign, told that white boy, "We know money"
That bag came, it was all fifties, I told 'em, "We want hundreds" (Need more hundreds)
I can't explain what go on in the trap, just know that bitch be jumpin'

[Chorus]
They know my head tap official, get up close and smack the gristle (Brr)
Guilty by association, you go post up, you dyin' with 'em
Cold start the SRT, get in that bitch, we flyin', nigga
Been tryna keep my hands clean, but I got used to fryin' niggas
We don't lock in with created players, access denied, nigga (Access denied)
Fuck up they block, then switch the V, flame up a 'Wood, he died, nigga
These niggas be hoes, they'll do the crime and not the time with you
Can't figure me out, I get super active, but I'm a quiet nigga (Bitch, I get active)

[Outro]
Uh, uh, bitch, I get—
Uh, uh, bitch, I get active, uh