Last Supper lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I wanna f*ckin feel this sh*t, y'know?
You already know, bandkids the f*cking movement
Huh, huh
Sauve
Boom!

[Verse 1: Sauve]
n*ggas chose 15 seconds of fame
Over the 15 seconds of reign
VVS diamonds, they shine in the rain
Rollin up gas, don’t remember the strain
Run up a bag, I remember the pain
Take it back, every day I used to train
I was dead broke, used to rock a fake chain
Now every day, we hop on a plane
Did a few shows, and I ran up like 80
Save that sh*t up, it's supposed to get rainy
Just got a property somewhere in Haiti
Momma said chopper, this gun for her safety
b*tch so bad, might give her a baby
She so happy, I hit on the daily
Offer the [?], he be talking 'bout ladies
Walk in the [?]

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Is you outside, n*gga? (Side)
Have to shoot that n*gga, what time, n*gga?
And it’s all black (Black)
2k, might spend it, ice so cold, feel like the winter
Got two bad ho's, f*ck her, yeah (Bad, f*ck her)
Shoot them with 12, I might duck her, yeah (Duck her)
Little handshake, then, f*ck her (f*ck her)
Why you on her, like it's her last supper? (Last)
Yeah, and I'm drippin' like water
Ooh, yeah, bounce back and I'll f*ck on your thot, mmh (f*ck on your thot)
Yeah, twenty shows, I don't know where I'm at
Yeah, fifty bands I’ma add to my sack
[Verse 3: Sauve & Soulja Boy & Lil Mosey]
Y-yeah, Trix are for kids
I throw the money, just for the bands
Bellows, just strip a big booty babe
I hit that b*tch in the back of my crib
Sometimes in my life, I feel like I’m famous
Lil n*gga talking, he know that I made it
Shoot, choppa, it's rainin’
These n*ggas talking, they know that I made it
Yeah, young n*gga eat your motherf*ckin' plate
Hop in the gatti and now I'm in the race
Whippin' up dope right in your face
Calling my lawyer, I’m getting a case
I'm with Soulja, hop in a rover
I thought I told you, we 'takin over
Whippin' up bands, whippin' up[?]
Smoking on dope
Posin' on our block
I was just shootin' around ya
Boss seen the money around
When [?], we don't make a sound
[?] off a bean
So, I got a choppa, [?] green bean

[Verse 4: Sauve & Soulja Boy]
Bandkids, we blow like a bomb, got the world in our palm
I got some money, gave it to my mom
And she bought us a lawn
Hit the lil b*tch then I pass the baton
I take a flight to Milan
Bad b*tch, she one of a kind, take that lil' ass and put her on
n*ggas gonna hate when they banging my song
I'm at the top like king kong
Back in high school, y'all didn't get along
Everything I do is wrong
b*tch gotta drop her lil thong
Cut the dummies on me [?] prom
You know what we smokin, we smokin this strong, as if I didn't belong
No, you don't want smoke
Big Draco at your front door, we pose
Make a wrong move, shoot off your nose
Shot out the Benz, my young n*gga kick in your door
I need some lean, pour up a four
f*cking your b*tch, f*cking your hoe
Yuh, the diamond chain rainbow
I put the rap game in the three-four