Stardust
Yeah
Take fake percs, then I get away
Take a left turn just to get away
Go to outer space, summer getaway
Movin' stardust with the Chevrolet
Draco with the drum, got it yesterday
I've been stargazing almost everyday
I've been working min. for a dinner plate
I ain't never had the chance to celebrate
On my boy's block I'm the main fucking topic
When I shoot my shot, that shit violent like a moshpit
I got Raf Simmons, RF, on the jacket
She took one look, like "Please can I jack it?"
Take fake percs, then I get away
Take a left turn just to get away
Go to outer space, summer getaway
Movin' stardust with the Chevrolet
Why you tryna spy on me, please go mind your own business
If you really were her man, why you actin' like her bitch?
Swear to God, I'm sick, please get up off my dick
Actin' fake like that, yeah, it won't get you shit
Clint Eastwood, got a fist full of guap
Got six rounds, yeah, do you got luck?
Wish you would try to fight, that's a lost cause
Even if you could, it would be a blood wash
Take fake percs, then I get away
Take a left turn just to get away
Go to outer space, summer getaway
Movin' stardust with the Chevrolet
Take fake percs, then I get away
Take a left turn just to get away
Go to outer space, summer getaway
Movin' stardust with the Chevrolet
Draco with the drum, got it yesterday
I've been stargazing almost everyday
I've been working min. for a dinner plate
I ain't never had the chance to celebrate
On my boy's block I'm the main fucking topic
When I shoot my shot, that shit violent like a moshpit
I got Raf Simmons, RF, on the jacket
She took one look, like "Please can I jack it?"
Take fake percs, then I get away
Take a left turn just to get away
Go to outer space, summer getaway
Movin' stardust with the Chevrolet
Why you tryna spy on me, please go mind your own business
If you really were her man, why you actin' like her bitch?
Swear to God, I'm sick, please get up off my dick
Actin' fake like that, yeah, it won't get you shit
Clint Eastwood, got a fist full of guap
Got six rounds, yeah, do you got luck?
Wish you would try to fight, that's a lost cause
Even if you could, it would be a blood wash
Take fake percs, then I get away
Take a left turn just to get away
Go to outer space, summer getaway
Movin' stardust with the Chevrolet
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Writer(s): Logan Leatherwood
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