SUPAFLEE Lyrics – Joey Bada$$

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[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, It's Brooklyn, uh
(What you are witnessing right now)
Kirk on the beat
(Is something that you've never seen before)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I can't lose, put me against whole crews  (Right)
I style on n!ggas for dolo, pulling up from the logo
Hitting nothing but the bottom of the net (Swish)
Know Joe been a pro, what's a rookie to a vet? (C'mon)
If I had to flex, wouldn't even be a stretch (Work)
I'd just raise the bar and increase my rent (Facts)
Y'all n!ggas is light weight (Hey), crown on my head (Hey)
Heavier than a sky scrape
Views from the top, higher than the crime rate in my state, it's high stakes (Woo)
They caught me at the wrong time and the right place
In my case, I tried to play nice, yeah
'Cause what's behind these bars will make your face light
Step to Swank White get your line stepped on
They shot's couldn't penetrate I'm made of Teflon (Tef)
Bulletproof and I ain't have the vest on (Nah)
Tell me who's left. I ain't even use my best arm right now

[Pre-Chorus: Joey Badass, Joey Badass & Bri Steves]
Now, just can't fu*k with me, now, just stand anywhere (I need everybody on the dance floor right now)
They cannot fu*k with me (Are you entertained?)
They cannot fu*k with me (Are you not entertained?)
They cannot fu*k with me, oh no

[Chorus: Bri Steves & Joey Bada$$]
Fu*k s*it, I don't mean no disrespect (C'mon)
Hot dog, walk a n!gga like a vet (Hey)
Can't breathe with a foot up on they neck (What, work)
All that big dog talk, baby, show me how you get, like (What, work, uh)

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It's the Don Dada, the crocodile wrist rocker, yeah
Double breasted suit wearer, in a new pair of Pradas (C'mon)
Top shotta. The big dog, Rottweiler, yeah
The ten toe business man with the good posture
The stand up guy, but he ain't no comedian (Nope)
We gon' see who get the last laugh, when they see me in that (Haha)
New drop, minus the roof top (Woo)
The price keep on going up, like a hot stock (Ching, ching)
I'm taking big risks, big rollie with the rocks
How them new diamonds cut on that wrist, suicide watch (Woo)
We only watch the games courtside of the box (That's right)
While all the opps plot as a unified flock (Haha)
Mad 'cause I got guap and the bag worth a lot (Right)
Talked to God cause it's lonely on the path to the top (Right)
Oh you mad 'cause I'm styling on you, wilding on you, yeah
Kirk on the beat, I get to pounding on you, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Joey Badass, Joey Badass & Bri Steves]
Now, just can't fu*k with me, now, just stand anywhere
They cannot fu*k with me (Know that)
They cannot fu*k with me (Are you entertained?)
They cannot fu*k with me, oh no (Are you not entertained?)

[Chorus: Bri Steves & Joey Bada$$]
Fu*k s*it, I don't mean no disrespect (C'mon)
Hot dog, walk a n!gga like a vet (Hey)
Can't breathe with a foot up on they neck (What,)
All that big dog talk baby, show me how you get, like (What)

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Okay, I stepped in. Hoes frontline, pay attention
I move with intentions, yeah, slide with protection (Uh-huh)
Some hentchmen, lethal weapon. Danny Glover to the tension
'cause catching me slipping is out of the question (Question)
Not to mention, couple hoes in my section, yeah
Top modals, pop bottles, 'cause I'll bless them (Top)
I just point them out and they follow my follow my direction (Come Here)
Swallow my erection, then on to the next one (Next)
Adios. I do these hoes like I do my foes (Ah)
Hundred man vs a gorilla, call me Mighty Joe (Ugh)
These little local n!ggas talking so irrational (Ha)
They ain't international (Nah), my name rings bells from Brisbane to Glasgow
I swear I'm, not even phased, yeah
Kill you all in my spare time (Ha)
The fly Spirit, I ain't talking bout the airline
The Ruler's back, I came to declare mine, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Joey Badass, Joey Badass & Bri Steves]
Now, just can't fu*k with me, now, just stand anywhere
They cannot fu*k with me (Know that)
They cannot fu*k with me (Are you entertained?)
They cannot fu*k with me, oh no (Are you not entertained?)

[Chorus: Bri Steves & Joey Bada$$]
(Aye, yo) Fu*k s*it, I don't mean no disrespect (C'mon, yeah)
Hot dog, walk a n!gga like a vet (Hey)
Can't breathe with a foot up on they neck (Right,)
All that big dog talk, baby, show me how you get, like (Uh, Break the line)