Stars (feat. B.Goode)

Go like um
Sing your little song
Do your little dance
Pour up the drink, Fuck up your hands
Sing your little song
Do your little dance
Pour up your drink and pop up your hands
With that boom shit, Bullshit coming out that old shit
And I'm rapping on this motherfucking old shit
They ain't see me like it's nothing they ain't notice
Looking at my face and you tell me I'm the boldest
Looking in my face bitch you tell me I'm the coldest
This that hot shit, you ain't notice
Look at me and B.Goode man we chiming like some stars
Look at all these places and they going up with cars
With the audibles, the counter bars, you count em' on the car
Count em' on the, count em' on the, count em' on the car
Looking in my face and you see me as a star
Looking, looking in my face bitch you see me as a star
With that, old swag, old bag
About to be like O.D.B., Take em' all back
Intoxicated
EP
Roll around
You ain't know me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, ha
Looking at my face bitch you tell me I'm the stars
I been cruising at the beach and I take it all far
Go Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, ha
Looking at my face and you tell me I ain't stars?
You ain't see me knowing nothing but you been up on my faults bitch
Bitch
Bitch

Hey aye, bitch
Aye, aye, aye bitch
Ha ha, yo, yo
Oh shit, That shit's fire bro
Oh damn wait, I'm supposed to rap?
This, this my part?
Oh shit, I didn't, uh okay

Aye, Another day another dollar
Chillin' on the street in the heat making guala
Hunting for the cheese till we free cause we gotta
And you know we'll never stop cause we building the armada
Listen to the saga
We them future stars
We been putting in the work you can tell by all the scars
Now it's time to rally check the tally we've came far
Yeah you know they hardly working, while we steady working hard
Working hard lately we making marks
Better than those others that ain't even play or start
They be talking shit cause we get paid to party
Maybe they be better if they chilled and smoked some Marley

Well God fucking damn bro
Amazing verse, I love that shit
I love it, but did you even know?
Aye, we chilling like some stars
Chilling like some stars and we going up the cars
With the audible, the audible, the audible the car
Count it up the caliber, the caliber the car
With that old swag, old bag, O.D.B wrote bag
You ain't even go haha, ha, haha, ha ha
Backing on the stars
Backing with the stars
T.y, B.Goode we some stars
Reasy been a star