Buckle up for SUPAFLEE, a electrifying track from Joey Bada$$’s fourth studio album, Lonely At The Top, released on August 29, 2025, via Columbia Records. Featuring the soulful prowess of Bri Steves, this song likely blends Joey’s signature boom-bap grit with modern trap and R&B influences, delivering a bold celebration of style, ambition, and resilience. The title SUPAFLEE evokes the “super fly” aesthetic of 90s hip-hop culture, possibly reflecting Joey’s Brooklyn swagger or his defiance against industry pressures, as seen in his 2025 label disputes and rap feuds.
Compared to the battle-ready ABK or the introspective STILL (featuring Ab-Soul and Rapsody), SUPAFLEE stands out with Bri Steves’ melodic or lyrical edge, amplifying its emotional depth. As part of an album exploring ambition, solitude, and growth, this track could balance bravado with vulnerability, showcasing Joey’s evolution from 1999’s raw lyricism to a polished yet soulful 2025 sound. This track feels like a late-night Brooklyn cruise, with Joey’s bars and Bri’s vibes lighting up the skyline—pure fire. Check out the SUPAFLEE lyrics below and experience his passion for music.
| Lead Vocals | Joey Bada$$ & Bri Steves |
| Songwriter | Joey Bada$$ & Bri Steves |
| Music Producer | Kirk Knight |
| Distributor | Sony Music Entertainment |
| Label | Columbia Records |
| Release Date | August 29, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Pro Era, GoodTalk, Columbia Records & Sony Music Entertainment |
Lyrics of SUPAFLEE by Joey Bada$$
[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, It’s Brooklyn, Uh
(What You Are Witnessing Right Now,
Is Something That You’ve Never Seen Before)
Kirk On The Beat
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I Can’t Lose, Put Me Against Whole Crews (Right)
I Style On Niggas For Dolo, Pullin’ Up From The Logo,
Hittin Nothing But The Bottom Of The Net (Swish)
Know Joe Been A Pro, What’s A Rookie To A Vet? (C’mon)
If I Had To Flex Wouldn’t Even Be A Stretch (Work)
I’d Just Raise The Bar And Increase My Rent (Facts)
Y’all Niggas Is Light Weight, (Hey),
Crown On My Head, (Hey), Heavier Than A Sky Scrape
Views From The Top, Higher Than The Crime Rate In My State, It’s High Stakes (Woo)
They Caught Me At The Wrong Time And The Right Place
In My Case, I Tried To Play Nice, (Yeah),
Cause What’s Behind These Bars Will Make Your Face Light
Step To Swank White Get Your Line Stepped On
They Shot’s Couldn’t Penetrate I’m Made Of Teflon (Tef)
Bulletproof, And I Ain’t Have The Vest On (Nah)
Tell Me Who’s Left, I Ain’t Even Use My Best Arm Right Now
[Bridge: Joey Badass, Joey Badass & Bri Steves]
Now, Just Can’t F**k With Me, Now, Just Stand Anywhere
(I Need Everybody On The Dance Floor Right Now)
They Cannot F**k With Me
(Are You Entertained?)
They Cannot F**k With Me
(Are You Not Entertained?)
They Cannot F**k With Me, Oh No
[Chorus: Bri Steves & Joey Bada$$]
F**k Shit, I Don’t Mean No Disrespect (C’mon)
Hot Dog, Walk A Nigga Like A Vet (Hey)
Can’t Breathe With A Foot Up On They Neck (What, Work)
All That Big Dog Talk Baby, Show Me How You Get, Like (What, Work, Uh)
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It’s The Don Dada, The Crocodile Wrist Rocker (Yeah)
Double Breasted Suit Wearer, In A New Pair Of Pradas (C’mon)
Top Shotta, The Big Dog, Rottweiler (Yeah)
The Ten Toe Business Man With The Good Posture
The Stand Up Guy, But He Ain’t No Comedian (Nope)
We Gon’ See Who Get The Last Laugh, When They See Me In That (Haha)
New Drop, Minus The Roof Top (Woo)
The Price Keep On Going Up, Like A Hot Stock (Ching, Ching)
I’m Taking Big Risks, Big Rollie With The Rocks
How Them New Diamonds Cut On That Wrist, Suicide Watch (Woo)
We Only Watch The Games Courtside Of The Box (That’s Right)
While All The Opps Plot, As A Unified Flock (Haha)
Mad Cause I Got Guap, And The Bag Worth A Lot (Right)
Talked To God Cause It’s Lonely On The Path To The Top (Right)
Oh You Mad, Cause I’m Stylin’ On You, Wildin’ On You (Yeah)
Kirk On The Beat, I Get To Pounding On You, Yeah
[Bridge: Joey Badass, Joey Badass & Bri Steves]
Now, Just Can’t F**k With Me, Now, Just Stand Anywhere
They Cannot F**k With Me (Know That)
They Cannot F**k With Me
(Are You Entertained?)
They Cannot F**k With Me, Oh No
(Are You Not Entertained?)
[Chorus: Bri Steves & Joey Bada$$]
F**k Shit, I Don’t Mean No Disrespect (C’mon)
Hot Dog, Walk A Nigga Like A Vet (Hey)
Can’t Breathe With A Foot Up On They Neck (What,)
All That Big Dog Talk Baby, Show Me How You Get, Like (What)
[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Okay, I Stepped In, H**s Front Line Pay Attention
I Move With Intentions, (Yeah), Slide With Protection, (Uh-huh) Some Hentchmen
Lethal Weapon, Danny Glover To The Tension,
Cause Catchin’ Me Slippin’ Is Out Of The Question (Question)
Not To Mention, Couple H**s In My Section (Yeah)
Top Modals, Pop Bottles, Cause I’ll Bless Them (Top)
I Just Point Them Out, And They Follow My Follow My Direction (Come Here)
Swallow My Erection, Then On To The Next One (Next)
Adios, I Do These H**s Like I Do My Foes (Ah)
Hundred Man Vs A Gorilla, Call Me Mighty Joe (Ugh)
These Little Local Niggas Talkin’ So Irrational (Ha)
They Ain’t International, (Nah), My Name Rings Bells From Brisbane To Glasgow
I Swear I’m, Not Even Phased (Yeah)
Kill You All In My Spare Time (Ha)
The Fly Spirit, I Ain’t Talkin’ Bout The Airline
The Ruler’s Back, I Came To Declare Mine, Yeah
[Bridge: Joey Badass, Joey Badass & Bri Steves]
Now, Just Can’t F**k With Me, Now, Just Stand Anywhere
They Cannot F**k With Me (Know That)
They Cannot F**k With Me
(Are You Entertained?)
They Cannot F**k With Me, Oh No
(Are You Not Entertained?)
[Chorus: Bri Steves & Joey Bada$$]
(Aye, Yo) F**k Shit, I Don’t Mean No Disrespect (C’mon, Yeah)
Hot Dog, Walk A Nigga Like A Vet (Hey)
Can’t Breathe With A Foot Up On They Neck (Right,)
All That Big Dog Talk Baby, Show Me How You Get, Like (Uh, Break The Line)
