Lyrics:
are, by far
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna
shit
Like a felon
I been a superstar dawg
Who you tellin'
Thats one time
I don't play games
Na don't play Madden
I been runnin' up the bag
That
to the wreckage
But all they got was unwanted shit like head from Kaitlin Bennett
I said it, I meant it
I'm Horton on the eggnest
Suessian fest of stress
Colors
strings like a symphony
I’ll rain down on your head, call it tyranny
Plenty weed but ain’t no f*ckin’ fear in me
Are you hearing me? Can I be clearer B?
I
Psst, stop (huh)
Noticed how I looked you in your eye? (Let's go)
Next time a nigga getting shot
If you really love me, fuck me like a thot
If
brains
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this
I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga
Got love
It's the ultra (ultra)
Magnetic like I'm seven foot
Outsmart your art of rhyme though
I've never read a book off with your head
You shook in the corner
in that big-ass Suburban
Bumrush your villa then I'm closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT
Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz
the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but don't crash your car
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If
saidhitmanhitmanhitman
Let a man with hit's Holla at you
You can start first and then finish last
Reed had it in the car but
You had it in ya bag?
You must've gave your
can be a superstar
Babies
Donkeys
Donkay
Schlonkies
Schlerb
You can be a superstar
You can auto-tune your car
You can be a star
You can be a superstar
This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck keeping it real
While you was pissing in your bed, we was
zip bags got more riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high
Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by
It's a dollar bill for every head I had
Don't want the gas
I trade the bitch for a bag of beans and some coco bags
I told the bitch "don't apologize"
drowned
But I’ll head to the lost and found
To be claimed by what I deserve
Secure the bag, the bag is me
It’s a Simple phrase I thought you’d see
Guess
(You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get
A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
(You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get
A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
tellin' fables, also know you in your feelings
Run this up because I'm able, I'm just tryna get a million
Bags of racks, with straps and packs, he on that
Big racks in the bank
Bag it up
Big house by the lake
Add it up
Get it now I never wait
Bag it up
This is how you get paid
Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it
my trap niggas
Every night on my knees (on my knees)
I be prayin' for you (prayin', prayin')
Pray for me
You gotta hustle with your head (Hustle
a dancer, I Heard that boy got slimed out by his man (oh God)
Hoe that's not really your gang, hoe that's not really your nigga
Bro got a stick when he hop
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