Supreme Outro

So supreme, we so supreme, so supreme
Yeah,Yeah Yeah Uh ha ha Exito uh
[Verse 1: Vince Exito]
I ain't no fiend for no nicotine
I ain't no sinner's dream
Hooligan methods and I'm still lounging with the thinnest queens
Niggas asking questions then I answer what the fuck you mean
Cuz y'all gon flip Im Kineval stunting all up on the scene
A dare devil who dared the devil with blue eyes to try me
Got the American sniper on O'Reily
Pick your head from under your feet
Im tryna keep mines above water but these niggas want me taking a seat
And we ain't taking defeat, yeah Im just taking a Jeep
I need a bad bitch, some roll-up and something to eat
And the record gon keep spinning far as vinyls go
But I got a bone to pick with all you spineless hoes
Never the less, lessons are learned and bridges are burned
But when I turn around a knife is stuck where my spinals go
And they say Im the villain, these hoes tryna say that I ain't got no feelings
Im true to my brand and your niggas be stealing
Im never complacent off shit thats appealing
Shit thats appealing
Chicks thats appealing
Shit thats appealing
Chicks thats appealing
Im never complacent off chicks thats appealing
(Chorus)
So supreme, my mind on that cream and up on that green
Everything I could get between, yeah my niggas supreme
We so supreme, my mind on that green
And up on that cream
Everything I could get between, my mind is on that green
We so pristine, All my niggas supreme, all my niggas supreme
My mind on, all up on that green
And up on that cream
Everything I could get between, yeah we so supreme
So supreme, All my niggas supreme, all my niggas supreme yeah
[Verse 2 :Vince Exito]
And it couldn't be feeling better, the dog and they all trying to neuter me
And chicks want me to lay down dollars for they're jewelry
Drawn from both sides but it ain't new to me
Girl, I ain't these niggas thats with the foolery
I blow past them, baby you dealing with a dragon
Cuz my verses bust like 44. Magnums
Leaving rappers on they back yeah I toe tagged em
No dope packing over here just dope rappers
[Verse 3: T.L.]
I could spit a 16 hotter than your whole tape
Bars fabulous that shit is called the soul tape
Cuz I put my soul in it, Green bay weather cold with it
A nigga heart got a hole in it
Fuckin with them hoes and shit
One thing that I hate is a nosey bitch
Worried about where the fuck I go and shit, you ain't my girl lil mama I don't owe you shit
I only want cheddar on my grocery list
Life made a nigga so emotionless
I be in the cut on the low with it
Pilsbury T bout my dough with it
I used to dog hoes, I'm a doberman
I knew I was the one before my older years
They ask if I'm the one, bitch I know I is
Who fuckin with the team? I have no idea
I'm Craig Mack with the flavor in your ear
Serial killer boy, man I kill my peers
But when I do that shit I don't tat no tears
Not including God, I don't have no fears
Bitch Im Supreme like the clothing line
Your team versus ours, you can't flow with mine
Toe to Toe, don't go against the odds
And don't listen to them niggas cuz they spit facades
I let you see the truth through some different eyes