SuperBowl

[Intro]
(Spiffy Records)
(Tony Parker)
Skrrt, skrrt

[Chorus: LB Spiffy]
Throw them packs on the block just like Super Bowl (Skrrt)
Count the racks up, make sure it look beautiful
Your shawty see in the drip, of course she gon' do the bro's (Do 'em)
Get the racks, count it up like it's nothing (Nothing)
Hit your bitch, then I tip her like London (London)
We had nothing, but turned that to something (Skrrt)
On the block we got sticks like we hunting (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: LB Spiffy]
Your bitch wan' fuck 'cause she see I'm poppin'
These niggas ain't buying shit, yeah, they just window shopping
On the block I be counting green just like Boston
Got me feeling like Irving
She wan' fuck all this money we еarning
All my niggas masked up like they purging
Talking shit, yеah, they might just pop out the Suburban

[Verse 2: Hoodbaby Peppa]
Talking shit, yeah, we might just pop out, and go burn him
I lost some guys, so I'm thinking 'bout red rum
Hellcat we swerving, or a Suburban
Bro got a thirty, bet we gon' merk him
My piss be dirty, sipping on Wok
And she wanna slurp 'cause drip I talk
Get him gone, he deceased
I go hard for my peeps
Oh God, I popped three
I seen bodies, ain't a fiend
It get scary on the Grandravine
Swear I ain't answer enemies
Don't get tagged, you know you getting freezed
Best watch your head back, he was a OG
Rolls Royce tinted, we in the South
Wish I ain't get in it, but I can't get out

[Chorus: LB Spiffy]
Throw them packs on the block just like Super Bowl (Skrrt)
Count the racks up, make sure it look beautiful
Your shawty see in the drip, of course she gon' do the bro's (Do 'em)
Get the racks, count it up like it's nothing (Nothing)
Hit your bitch, then I tip her like London (London)
We had nothing, but turned that to something (Skrrt)
On the block we got sticks like we hunting (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 3: LD Bandz]
Talking shit, we pop out the Suburban
Them hitters on your block, they be creeping, and lurking
Met a baddie on road, she sexy, and Persian
But, girl, I love money, so what is your purchase
Road for the green, me, and LB be swerving
Glizzy thirty bop, yeah, these niggas gon' learn this
These niggas be writing shit just like a journalist

[Verse 4: KZ Flexy]
I hit your block, make it hot like a furnace
I catch you on sight, ain't no turning
Thirty on me for my earning
This shawty with me, got me learning
She get to the bag, ain't no looking back
She stand in the way, no heart attack
She getting used to this life, and I'm scared of that
She loving my chain, but don't ask for that
Saying my name, and get taxed for that

[Chorus: LB Spiffy]
Throw them packs on the block just like Super Bowl (Skrrt)
Count the racks up, make sure it look beautiful
Your shawty see in the drip, of course she gon' do the bro's (Do 'em)
Get the racks, count it up like it's nothing (Nothing)
Hit your bitch, then I tip her like London (London)
We had nothing, but turned that to something (Skrrt)
On the block we got sticks like we hunting (Skrrt, skrrt)