Superglue (part. Ill Quentin)

Gas is expensive, there's no one in the kitchen
Fuck your record label, I don't want to be signed
Ah, homie, give me that blister
So I pretend that problems don't exist (ah)

I have the Glock in the backpack
I'm not stuck, I'm pulling poxy
She says she loves me, I say: Fuck it
Sticking rappers to the ground with Quentin

I pull her hair, I take out the Fenty
I sell candies, they buy like candy
I do what I want, bitch becomes trending
Juice in her pussy like a bubblegum

Top ten, those rappers want to be in my crew
I'm making the motherfucking plug rich
I take 20 xannies, I'm stuck nigga Superglue
Juice in her pussy like a bubblegum

Top ten, those rappers want to be in my crew
I'm making the motherfucking plug rich
I take 20 xannies, I'm stuck nigga superglue

Hey, friend Dillom, ey, eh stop copying Lil Pump dude

In the street, a screwdriver in my pocket
6AM in the studio, no fan
6AM, lights changing colors
I take out the Fenty as soon as we enter the room

Fuck your record label, I don't want to be signed
Hey, bitch, give me that blister
Bitch, cover me in glitter
Bitch, cover me in glitter

Hey, I have some Nike's that are drippin'
My eyes are really trippin'
I'm swervin' like Pippen
The 97's are drippin'
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
The 97's are drippin'

Gas is expensive, there's no one in the kitchen
Fuck your record label, I don't want to be signed
Ah, homie, give me that blister
So I pretend that problems don't exist (ah)

Gas is expensive, there's no one in the kitchen
Fuck your record label, I don't want to be signed
Ah, homie, give me that blister
So I pretend that problems don't exist (ah)