Super Glue by Ro Kapone Lyrics
Intro
Ro Kapone!
Chorus
Forty with a drum think that bitch pregnant how it be kicking
Super glue my niggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
You don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my nigga this shit get wicked
Ran off with yo’ bitch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
I can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
In the kitchen like my laboratory guess I think I’m Dexter
Take the right ingredients to get the right texture
I just got that white girl it’s only right I stretch her
Verse 1
Niggas don’t really want no smoke
I’m from where the preacher profit off of hope
I feel like that’s worse than selling dope
I just a two twenty three with a kickstand and a scope
Need every crumb of the bread out the loaf
Robbing shit kicking doors
All my niggas robbing all my niggas on that homicider shit
Snatch who chain?
Nigga you out yo’ mind shoot up the crowd and shit
Antisocial far as I’m concerned don’t wanna be ‘round a bitch
Can’t tell you I love you I really don’t like the sound of it
These niggas flexing don’t fuck ‘round and get stretched out
Plug playing around with them O’s gone get X’ed out
Same niggas under-eyed me see me as a threat now
They at my neck now (Ro Kapone!)
Chorus
Forty with a drum think that bitch pregnant how it be kicking
Super glue my niggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
You don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my nigga this shit get wicked
Ran off with yo’ bitch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
I can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
In the kitchen like my laboratory guess I think I’m Dexter
Take the right ingredients to get the right texture
I just got that white girl it’s only right I stretch her
Verse 2
It’s all on you it’s all on me
Like really my nigga what it’s gone be
Is you gone starve is you gone eat
Is you gone stand up strong in the paint or fall weak
If my nigga beefing an ain’t got no pistol just call me
Two-two three Mack ten Mack eleven Glock nines
Fuck up everything from yo’ house to the stop sign
Shots firing
Shit can get difficult as a rock climb
Plug got new sticks like I literally just un-boxed mine
Hold the S.K with two hands it be kicking out of control
Marching band I just might make the drum roll
Trigger finger got arthritis knuckles swole
Got it out the bowl
Tried rapping if a nigga don’t blow
Then its back to kicking doors
Chorus
Forty with a drum think that bitch pregnant how it be kicking
Super glue my niggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
You don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my nigga this shit get wicked
Ran off with yo’ bitch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
I can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
In the kitchen like my laboratory guess I think I’m Dexter
Take the right ingredients to get the right texture
I just got that white girl it’s only right I stretch her
Ro Kapone!
Chorus
Forty with a drum think that bitch pregnant how it be kicking
Super glue my niggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
You don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my nigga this shit get wicked
Ran off with yo’ bitch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
I can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
In the kitchen like my laboratory guess I think I’m Dexter
Take the right ingredients to get the right texture
I just got that white girl it’s only right I stretch her
Verse 1
Niggas don’t really want no smoke
I’m from where the preacher profit off of hope
I feel like that’s worse than selling dope
I just a two twenty three with a kickstand and a scope
Need every crumb of the bread out the loaf
Robbing shit kicking doors
All my niggas robbing all my niggas on that homicider shit
Snatch who chain?
Nigga you out yo’ mind shoot up the crowd and shit
Antisocial far as I’m concerned don’t wanna be ‘round a bitch
Can’t tell you I love you I really don’t like the sound of it
These niggas flexing don’t fuck ‘round and get stretched out
Plug playing around with them O’s gone get X’ed out
Same niggas under-eyed me see me as a threat now
They at my neck now (Ro Kapone!)
Chorus
Forty with a drum think that bitch pregnant how it be kicking
Super glue my niggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
You don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my nigga this shit get wicked
Ran off with yo’ bitch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
I can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
In the kitchen like my laboratory guess I think I’m Dexter
Take the right ingredients to get the right texture
I just got that white girl it’s only right I stretch her
Verse 2
It’s all on you it’s all on me
Like really my nigga what it’s gone be
Is you gone starve is you gone eat
Is you gone stand up strong in the paint or fall weak
If my nigga beefing an ain’t got no pistol just call me
Two-two three Mack ten Mack eleven Glock nines
Fuck up everything from yo’ house to the stop sign
Shots firing
Shit can get difficult as a rock climb
Plug got new sticks like I literally just un-boxed mine
Hold the S.K with two hands it be kicking out of control
Marching band I just might make the drum roll
Trigger finger got arthritis knuckles swole
Got it out the bowl
Tried rapping if a nigga don’t blow
Then its back to kicking doors
Chorus
Forty with a drum think that bitch pregnant how it be kicking
Super glue my niggas all of ‘em robbing they fingers sticky
You don’t want no smoke puncture alarm my nigga this shit get wicked
Ran off with yo’ bitch and returned her home you ain’t know she was missing
I can bring it to you but it’s gone cost extra
In the kitchen like my laboratory guess I think I’m Dexter
Take the right ingredients to get the right texture
I just got that white girl it’s only right I stretch her