YNG Martyr - SUPERBAD (Live Mic Performance)

UH HA HA HA HA Stream here: Follow me: TikTok: @yngmartyr Instagram: Spotify: Apple Music: Soundcloud: Director Editor: Oli Watson - DOP: Nick Welsh - B-Cam: Jamal Jackson - VHS: Jasper Karolewski - Coloured by Jordan Blanch - Producer: YNG Martyr - Lyrics Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Balmain sweater new jeans, might tuck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck I’m tryna get a bag and run it Like Nikola for the Nuggets I’ma big goat big jumper I’m from the three She a super bad stunna Who tell me she that Mclovin’ How I’m awkward and I’m shy I’m kinda like Michael C Tryna tell em’ easy like ease off baby, I need my cheese I’ll f*ckin’ talk to you later if you really wanna speak uh if you got the piece m*therf*cker, they call police like the swoop swoop comin’ I needa motherf*ckin’ leave uhhhh Walkin’ with that talk and drippin’ sauce And my brother grab that gun and squeeze like he Alec Baldwin it Uh how you p*ssy’s gunna talk, when ya pushin’ 44 like it’s P, bro, you are balding (omg ay) I’m at the studio and grindin to 12 Higher than hell, while she grippin’ tryna grind on my belt I told the label throw some milly’s If I’m signing a deal And I don’t even think I’m tryna sell forreal b*tch uh huh Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Balmain sweater new jeans, might tuck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Balmain sweater new jeans, might tuck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck I’m on some big Leo Da V My mona lisa Is a bad b*tch rockin’ a tee With n*pples peaked I’m Aladdin I roll with them sheiks And rub the paint off Satin sittin’ on my sheets The rappin’ paid off I still spit with a lisp I’m tryna spray y’all Rappers all 666 They money-made huh? Tell ‘em they can suck my d*ck I’m on the radar and Jim Carrey’in that stick It’ll rip ya face off This is real life not a movie scene Opposition pressed gettin’ stretched like Luffy D At the crib, with ya b*tch and my new TV Kickin’ up my feet, she like “d*mn you a size 14?“ I said yeah girl of course She want me to tap Well I’m tryna learn morse and her husband gettin’ mad Now she filin’ for divorce But we laughin’ to the bank like ha uh ha Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Balmain sweater new jeans, might tuck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Balmain sweater new jeans, might tuck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha Knew your boyfriend was a b*tch, that’s tough Uh huh, uh ha ha ha ha If you at the party let’s hit let’s f*ck