Star Struck
Cali trip
This bitch said that she ready
She said she was star struck
When she met me
Tight jeans too many racks
They gettin heavy
I don't even know her name
I'm finna take her to the telly
Black fendi but the coupe
All white like Miley
Show her twenty all in hundreds
Make that lil bitch get excited
She said that she got a man
Told her Ima keep it private
You wrote a statement on yo mans
And that shit got him indicted
Snitch nigga
I ain't fuckin wit no rat nigga
I ain't pussy
So I'm ridin in the cat wit it
I heard that he had his stick
And he got clap wit it
Bussin out my pockets
I got way too many racks wit me
Put my momma in a coupe color mustard
Thirty thousand on the chain
With the clusters
How that lil bitch fuck the gang
And you love her
Nigga saying that it's smoke
Then I can wait to put em under
I got niggas in the hood
Still trippin out the bando
This bitch said she love me
But she mad I fucked her friends tho
You keep lookin at me
I'm gone up it
Cuz it's bands on me
Sayin fuck the guys
We gone slide
And put them bands on him
Amiri jeans on me right now
Cost me thirteen
I ain't popped a pill in a week
I'm havin perk dreams
Lil bro trynna slide
Just bought a glock
Wit a red beam
Accurate wit the aim
He trynna leave him dead
On the scene
Still trynna dodge d e a
Finna take a break
Cuz in a week I made thirty k
Trynna catch a body
On they side with a dirty k
You gone slide
Then go slide
Ain't talking boy don't hesitate
Cali trip
This bitch said that she ready
She said she was star struck
When she met me
Tight jeans too many racks
They gettin heavy
I don't even know her name
I'm finna take her to the telly
Black fendi
But the coupe all white like Miley
Show her twenty all in hundreds
Make that lil bitch get excited
She said that she got a man
Told her Ima keep it private
You wrote a statement on yo mans
And that shit got him indicted
Snitch nigga
I ain't fuckin wit no rat nigga
I ain't pussy so
I'm ridin in the cat wit it
I heard that he had his stick
And he got clap wit it
Bussin out my pockets
I got way too many racks wit me
Put my momma in a coupe color mustard
Thirty thousand on the chain
With the clusters
How that lil bitch fuck the gang
And you love her
Nigga saying that it's smoke
Then I can wait to put em under
This bitch said that she ready
She said she was star struck
When she met me
Tight jeans too many racks
They gettin heavy
I don't even know her name
I'm finna take her to the telly
Black fendi but the coupe
All white like Miley
Show her twenty all in hundreds
Make that lil bitch get excited
She said that she got a man
Told her Ima keep it private
You wrote a statement on yo mans
And that shit got him indicted
Snitch nigga
I ain't fuckin wit no rat nigga
I ain't pussy
So I'm ridin in the cat wit it
I heard that he had his stick
And he got clap wit it
Bussin out my pockets
I got way too many racks wit me
Put my momma in a coupe color mustard
Thirty thousand on the chain
With the clusters
How that lil bitch fuck the gang
And you love her
Nigga saying that it's smoke
Then I can wait to put em under
I got niggas in the hood
Still trippin out the bando
This bitch said she love me
But she mad I fucked her friends tho
You keep lookin at me
I'm gone up it
Cuz it's bands on me
Sayin fuck the guys
We gone slide
And put them bands on him
Amiri jeans on me right now
Cost me thirteen
I ain't popped a pill in a week
I'm havin perk dreams
Lil bro trynna slide
Just bought a glock
Wit a red beam
Accurate wit the aim
He trynna leave him dead
On the scene
Still trynna dodge d e a
Finna take a break
Cuz in a week I made thirty k
Trynna catch a body
On they side with a dirty k
You gone slide
Then go slide
Ain't talking boy don't hesitate
Cali trip
This bitch said that she ready
She said she was star struck
When she met me
Tight jeans too many racks
They gettin heavy
I don't even know her name
I'm finna take her to the telly
Black fendi
But the coupe all white like Miley
Show her twenty all in hundreds
Make that lil bitch get excited
She said that she got a man
Told her Ima keep it private
You wrote a statement on yo mans
And that shit got him indicted
Snitch nigga
I ain't fuckin wit no rat nigga
I ain't pussy so
I'm ridin in the cat wit it
I heard that he had his stick
And he got clap wit it
Bussin out my pockets
I got way too many racks wit me
Put my momma in a coupe color mustard
Thirty thousand on the chain
With the clusters
How that lil bitch fuck the gang
And you love her
Nigga saying that it's smoke
Then I can wait to put em under
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Writer(s): Kalani Grier
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