Black Superman lyrics

(*talking*)
Yeah, West-West y'all
It's the Fat Rat with the Cheeze, Lil' O n*gga
Did you miss me n*gga, hey

[Lil' O]
It's been, a long-long time
But you waited patiently, like a long-long line
Now I'm back with the crack, and the stracks on the grind
Got the jugs from the drank, and a trunk full of nines
If you need it then I got it, cause believe a n*gga bought it
Just to sell it back to you, trying to see a lil' profit
If you ask me if I ball, if I feel the need to cop it
And it cost a hundred thou', best believe that I can drive it
So you do the math, n*gga do the analysis
I'll be in the kitchen whipping chickens, till my hand gets calises
This hand costs ten, when I'm done
Can you tell me what they value is, I bet you can't n*gga
Lil' O certified, bet you ain't n*gga
But these rocks, on my wrist'll make a n*gga think n*gga
Like man, I ain't hustling right
How the f*ck that boy shine, like the sun in the night
I heard he just went to the jeweler, and he done him so right
That if you stare up at his chest, it'll f*ck up your sight
But if you jack, thinking that you gone luck up tonight
You better know the P-89, ain't nothing nice
In fact, n*gga I got choppers that can cut up your pints
I got goons that can rope your kids, and tuck in your wife
In other words lil' daddy, I can f*ck up your life
You better stop playing with me n*gga, I'm black Superman