DEATH STAR

Say you rock Gucci, got Hanes on the tag
This is the hit that they wanna run back
Runnin' with Shaman just flippin' a pack
Packin'up money, we keepin' a stack

Quit the night shift to work the night shift
Staying out late just to mack on your bitch
Blueberry coupe, way i'm dippin' so fresh
Skirt off in Tesla, I'm whippin' the best
Smoking on middie, you know I don't pass
Smackin' your girl we know she got ass

Death Star shit with my Death Star bitch
Ruling everything with my Death Star click
Killing everything on some Death Star shit
Fucking a bitch with my Death Star dick
End your shit, Order 66
Coming for the game like Revenge of the Sith

Foul lines like Jordan dunks
Got a bad bitch in a cobra clutch
Don't put me in a box like Brady Bunch
Stay away from my fuckin' funds
Private planes in a couple months
On the roof i'm parking my jet
It's IVYLEAGUE bitch, hit the deck
Made for this, yeah we never sweat
They weren't ready, they hittin' reset
[They weren't ready, they hittin' reset]

Dressed in green like Destro
Swimming in cash, breast stroke
Never returning to being broke
Mercury, this shit in rotation
Talk shit, i send the location
Changing up like Jason Bateman
I'll be at your door like UPS
Got no time I can't be stressed
Jus too fresh, the way I dress
Spanish baby, expect nothin' less
It's to your dome like Syracuse
Ain't nobody comin' to the rescue
Feel like Pegula, I'm gettin' the Bills
Come and see me I live in the hills
Flippin' the tracks, living on thrills
We have arrived, this isn't a drill

Death star bitch, yeah i'm death star bitch
Death star bitch, yeah i'm death bitch [woah]
Death star bitch,yeah i'm death star bitch [what]
Death star bitch, yeah i'm death star! *laughs*



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Writer(s): Nate Spanish
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