Superman Lyrics – Lil Baby, Young Thug

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Rolls-Royce truck Cullinan, from out the gutter with it
Three Cadillac trailing me, feel like the government
I’m really out here setting laws, WHAM for president
So I’m always on my son’s ass, don’t be no tattletale
Boxes coming back and forth, we had hella mail
I don’t want no shortcuts, I’m taking every step
These n!ggas must’ve forgot I’m like that, we can take it there
I pull up on them fifty deep like a football team
I don’t need them all in my business, mind your business please
I got a super max contract, like I’m in a league
Sitting on the floor, she’s in the crowd, she can’t sit next to me

BM told me, “Turn it up, these n!ggas think they fu*king with ya”
Facetiming with D, he serving life, that s*it be fu*king with me
Brodie say he ain’t turning himself in, they gotta come and get him
Trap rolling so hard that I can’t leave, you gotta come and get him
Five hundred dollars on a tee, it’s Bottega Veneta
I’m on n!ggas ass like back pockets, I’m never gon’ let up
She wanna go public with our love, I’m never gon’ let her
She was fu*king off on me with scrubs, I’ll never forgive her
I know how to get you what you like, I personally pick ’em
Once you think I let ’em get away, be the worst of my victim
I ain’t had this feeling in a while, it’s a Perc’ in my system
I ain’t playing with nobody child, I ain’t no s*x offender
Can’t too many say I caught a bar, but I’m a heavy lender
I ain’t seen my baby in a while, you know that I miss you
I ain’t fu*k that lady in a while, she really got issues
I ain’t taking s*it out for a foul, I’m getting my shots
Forty-five million, one play, I’m getting paid like a boss
Hundred dollar for a three-five, I’m still serving the block
Can’t believe these n!ggas ate the cheese—
Cannot put cameras all on me, bro, that s*it ain’t G
I don’t show no favoritism, going through that s*it with peace
I done told her, “Go on ahead and leave,” but she stay with me
Tractor trailer full of exotic weed, fu*king up the street

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

Uh, I don’t serve Ki’s, but I own the streets
Twenty ‘Lac trucks, but ain’t no drivers ’cause we own the V’s
In the cell facing a life sentence, I couldn’t even breathe
In court every day, I didn’t even know how I could fu*king cheese
Young n!gga growing up, I wanted to be just like Will
Tain told me he was in the Feds and he had cut the deal
My old lady told me, “Boy, you know you the king of the hill”
Told me like a gangsta, if I tell, she was outta here
Told her I can’t even go outside ’cause we can’t have a weapon
Long as you wake up with me every day, baby, it’s a blessing
Full court pressure, every city, n!gga, I’m a reverend
Big and Kintae had gave a n!gga his first pound of reggie
First n!gga played with my brother, you know I had did him
I ain’t playing with nobody’s child, I ain’t no babysitter
Last time I talked to you, n!gga got stepped on for stealing
Next time I heard about you, Brian said that you was telling
Crying tears, praying for lil’ brother ’cause he the one stepping
My lil’ brother tricked me for some years, I ain’t know he was telling
Hundred million dollar n!gga, baby, I been in the Louvre
I still shed tears every day ’bout my big homie Troup
N!gga had scared you off and I said, “We run from who?”
The judge felt bad for me, told me that I can’t fu*k with you
You can get no money with us, n!gga, you out the loop
He can laugh it up ’til they killing ’em
I paid a hundred bands for Pluto Chinchilla
This Glock 40 is a brat and she’ll kill you, n!gga