Super 8

[Intro]
(Kino, he, he magical on this shit)
Uh, uh, uh
Keep the E—
Chevys on—
Smokin' weed—
Don’t post me in your—
If you can keep a secret, we can always—
Rule number one, don't talk about me—
Yeah

[Verse]
Still tryna get it even though I got it
Stop watchin' my pockets, fuck wrong with niggas?
Can’t focus on they business, too busy mindin' mine
Nigga, I don't worry means these bitches ain't worth my time
We goin' further with this one, niggas ain't worryin' 'bout disses
This bitch I’m with down to ride, this bitch I’m with down to drive
While I twist up and run this conference call from the passenger side
Stuck with a nigga, ain't you? Glad you fuck with a nigga, ain’t you?
Comfortable in the corporate sеtting, just well with the gangsters
All thе cents makin' paper and that's all that matters, baby
A million dollars on the interstate, that's just my Cullinan, my Wraith
Waters and rocks in my watch, San Francisco Bay
Where the homies stay
I’m layin' another day
Few homegirls that we got in common, they done put me on a plate
Including my brother, now we super straight
Police thought it was strange, they saw supercars at the Super 8