SUPERSAYAYIN

Yeah, Yi
Trap Life, Trap Season, bitch
(The Kame-Hame-Ha, step aside, Goku's about to unleash the Kame-Hame-Ha)

Black cars, I feel like the president
Black cars, a little bit of black, a little bit of people
Goddamn, pills for my crazies
Making cash since I was twenty, stacking up the green
Yeah, with a beat, I’ll show you who we are
Blood in the studio, we’re breaking our backs
Money and fame, we come from silver and lead
I’m a Rockstar, dyeing my hair like a monkey
All these motherfuckers ask me: How?
Don’t ask, we hacked the industry
They know us well, now we’re getting the spotlight
I’m about to dye my hair again like a monkey, black because I feel like a super saiyan

Stacks in the wallet, dude, stacks in the jeans
Check out the strip club, it looks like a gym
The bitches sweating, dude, we don’t, make sense
(Yeah, Yeah)

Pass the briefcase
Hand me the Glocks
There’s enough for you and me
They’re right there
Super saiyan, super saiyan, kamekameha
Today they all die
Hands up
A genkidama
I’m feeling possessed, I’m Goku, the bitches love me
For what I used to be, there’s a lot of cash and a lot of fame
The whores seek me out, they worship the spheres

I’m rolling with the Saiyans and the Namekians
But these are killers you only see in movies
Take out the beat, yeah, Golden, so I can cook them, so it sounds like a Grammy, we drop bars, you feel me?
Street bullshit, I don’t care if it doesn’t rhyme
I talk shit so all these softies don’t come near
Amen, amen, I got rich talking shit
Kicking down doors
Everyone listening says: Bro, you’re the shit
I lit up Colombia, from Tura with the slang
Counting money, my energy charges up and I feel like a super saiyan

Stacks in the wallet, dude, stacks in the jeans
Check out the strip club, it looks like a gym
The bitches sweating, dude, we don’t, make sense
(Yeah, Yeah)

Pass the briefcase
Hand me the Glocks
There’s enough for you and me
They’re right there
Super saiyan, super saiyan, kamekameha
Today they all die
Hands up
A genkidama
One hand up
A genkidama
The whores seek me out, they worship the spheres
I talk shit so all these softies don’t come near
(Kaa-mee)