Super Sturdy

Super Sturdy - Dark Lo Lyrics

[Intro]

Drinking Mo and olives

Third best rapper, Shakur and Wallace

Drinking Mo and olives

Shakur



[Verse 1]

(Damn!)

I'm flying past you, killer, you's a capper peeler

You suck the bitch toes, I'll drill her then I'll happy wheel her

We [?] hitters, wife was with him, then we had to kill her

Used [?] when they had to kill her

This shit stink on everything, but it's vacuum sealed up

It was three to a cell when the jails was filled up

You felt the shit from the rip, it ain't had to build up

Baby boy, watch your body, and definitely keep your shield up

It's a blessing if you see me, I'm more like Mussolini

Winter time shooting it out, now bitches in bikinis

I don't even know the broad, she all in between me

Vegas, I ain't own the shit, rent the Lamborghini

When the shell burst, he fell face first

When it's on, jerk, we don't save a verse

I'm in the kitchen ‘bout to make dessert

Ab had a stack, I had a stack, then he made it work



[Hook]

I've been moving like the champ before the transplant

You know I'm super stamped and never said I can't

Internet, he talking shit, he my biggest fan

We in the minivan swinging through the Lands

I picked this ratchet on, I pit the rapid on

So ahead of this shit, a running back was on him



[Verse 2]

This shit is legendary, I'm always in a hurry

On the corner screaming ready, keep the steamer ready

You have a dream, I'm Freddy, mix the H with fety

I'll have you hate you met me, now go ahead and wet him

Don't deceive me, the judge don't believe me

Thought he had me cornered, bro was shooting like Luigi

Waste of talent, Michael Beasley, it get violent, take it easy

Just show me to the safe, that'll make it easy

Make a wrong move, I'm moving with my foams loose

If this was the 80's, I would've killed you in the phone booth

My back against the wall, I never made calls

And I made it out, I'm that light, you took your shades off

The work I pitted in the streets never paid off

Machine gun sprayed off, you ain't get to take off

I'm the sole survivor, drinking Mo and olives

I'm the third best rapper, Shakur and Wallace



[Hook]

I've been moving like the champ before the transplant

You know I'm super stamped and never said I can't

Internet, he talking shit, he my biggest fan

We in the minivan swinging through the Lands

I picked this ratchet on, I pit the rapid on

So ahead of this shit, a running back was on him