Superior by TRZSX Lyrics
[Intro: T-Capisce]
Uh... feeling superior
[Verse 1: T-Capisce]
Uh, feeling superior
My el casa lookin' imperial
Intercom, hope that you're hearing this
Talk like I know that you're hearing this
Bro flipped like hoes on their period
No, they don't go by the code, so mysterious
Ghosting them folks into foes, they bacteria
And most these bitches don't meet my criteria
Uh, no
They can't be serious
Envy me, do what I do, they all mirror it
They judge me only based off my exterior
But I've got a good heart in my interior
Still putting fear in them
Gun with the serial number still on it
We'll leave you like Syria
Credit me, juggling all of these variables
All these accomplishments, easy material
Uh, uh
Feeling superior
Making them write new material
Hah, ah
Feeling superior (uh)
They can't be serious
(Uh) Feeling superior
My el casa looking imperial
Intercom, hope that you're hearing this
Talk like I know that you're hearing this
[Verse 2: Flacko Montana]
I've been down to catch a case like I'm on dateline
I want you to see me, I'mma do it in the daytime
I been drinking cheap wine, looking for a cheap high
So when I up it, I'm gonna pull the trigger three times
So I had to ask him, do you see the look in my eyes?
I don't gotta call nobody, I ain't bringing no guys
But I still got ties, kinda like I'm in the mob
And they say I'm really thuggin' like I do it as a job, like
If he lookin', I ain't really one to rob
But I'll pistol whip a pussy then I'll make him pray to God, like
Huh
Maybe it was a joke
But he said he wanted static, now I wanna approach
I'm a dog with a temper
I'm only duckin' from the catchers, bitch
I'm talking the police in case you didn't get the message
It would do me no pleasure to put your body on a stretcher
Always keep me a weapon in case you thinking that you clever
Got a big ass machete, and it's too long for me to measure
I would go to confession, this bitch so long, I can't remember
Need to find a way 'cause I'm losing it like Diego
Walkin' down the block, you be asking me how my day go
I be with the homies, but some of them got on halos
That's why I got Xanax and Percocet in the Faygo
I would rather sip on the 'tussin, you drinkin' Karo
And I'm down to slide for whoever, soon as they say so
Bitch
Uh... feeling superior
[Verse 1: T-Capisce]
Uh, feeling superior
My el casa lookin' imperial
Intercom, hope that you're hearing this
Talk like I know that you're hearing this
Bro flipped like hoes on their period
No, they don't go by the code, so mysterious
Ghosting them folks into foes, they bacteria
And most these bitches don't meet my criteria
Uh, no
They can't be serious
Envy me, do what I do, they all mirror it
They judge me only based off my exterior
But I've got a good heart in my interior
Still putting fear in them
Gun with the serial number still on it
We'll leave you like Syria
Credit me, juggling all of these variables
All these accomplishments, easy material
Uh, uh
Feeling superior
Making them write new material
Hah, ah
Feeling superior (uh)
They can't be serious
(Uh) Feeling superior
My el casa looking imperial
Intercom, hope that you're hearing this
Talk like I know that you're hearing this
[Verse 2: Flacko Montana]
I've been down to catch a case like I'm on dateline
I want you to see me, I'mma do it in the daytime
I been drinking cheap wine, looking for a cheap high
So when I up it, I'm gonna pull the trigger three times
So I had to ask him, do you see the look in my eyes?
I don't gotta call nobody, I ain't bringing no guys
But I still got ties, kinda like I'm in the mob
And they say I'm really thuggin' like I do it as a job, like
If he lookin', I ain't really one to rob
But I'll pistol whip a pussy then I'll make him pray to God, like
Huh
Maybe it was a joke
But he said he wanted static, now I wanna approach
I'm a dog with a temper
I'm only duckin' from the catchers, bitch
I'm talking the police in case you didn't get the message
It would do me no pleasure to put your body on a stretcher
Always keep me a weapon in case you thinking that you clever
Got a big ass machete, and it's too long for me to measure
I would go to confession, this bitch so long, I can't remember
Need to find a way 'cause I'm losing it like Diego
Walkin' down the block, you be asking me how my day go
I be with the homies, but some of them got on halos
That's why I got Xanax and Percocet in the Faygo
I would rather sip on the 'tussin, you drinkin' Karo
And I'm down to slide for whoever, soon as they say so
Bitch