Supreme Lyrics by Chevy Woods
[Verse 1]
I’m seldom seen, sell them hand-to-hands on the scene
That Caddy bling, pull up and get the digits, Jermaine
You wanna hang? I tell her "baby, stay in your lane"
The car cake, but the icing was the swing of the chain
Now I'm in that Six in Miami, but the Jersey ain't James
And plus I’m flyer than them niggas that land in them planes
And we keep everything 100, that’s all for the gang
And plus the circle tight, so nah, I don't fuck what you lames
You niggas probably keep a box and then talk to the cops
My man a bartender, sin and he'll send you some shots
And I don't ever be tripping on what I should say
Other than your bitch ass shit, I had a good day
[Hook]
I push rounds, I've got dope for you niggas
I push rounds, I've got dope for you niggas
I push rounds, I've got dope for you niggas
I push rounds, I've got dope for you niggas
Drug dealer shit...
Drug dealer shit...
Drug dealer shit...
Help me cop something nice from a dealership
[Verse 2]
I push rounds, I've got dope for you niggas
If I was still at it, there'd be no hope for you niggas
And you don’t smoke what I'm smoking, my nigga
That shit the river, this the bottom of the ocean, nigga
Shit changed when that dope came in the picture
And all the niggas who told ain’t go to prison
Shit was all great, you still kept the biscuit
And you will probably fall when you see him lifted
The narcs pulled us over on a traffic stop
On the Eastside, summer time, it was hot
The answer's what we 'bout to do, go and cop
’Cause you live on the hottest motherfucking dope block
[Hook]
