Superstition Lyrics

Dressed in all black like a hit man

I keep a stick for you talking that shit man you can get put in a shit bag

Niggas be talking that shit man

I done came up to the top with a big bag

I ran it up to the top I can't jet lag

Talking to brodie like where is yo' head at

Mention my name is you giving me credit

I make a dollar a word in a sentence

My type is rare I ain't with the pretending

I'm trynna rock out with that whip it's tinted

Real niggas only not with the division

If you come with the bullshit you getting suspension

I talk the God it ain't no superstition

And we all got a rod but we ain't going fishing

I told y'all twenty twenty three I'd blow

Let's keep it twenty twenty with our vision

I don't gotta rap either way I'ma get it

Just walk it off if this track I was sprinting