STAR BABY

I got percs, yeah, I got lean
With some shooters, don't give a fuck, we'll spray up the scene
Tote 'em choppas, yeah I up the beam
Feel like Trippie, I can't see a thing

(Let's go)
I got percs, yeah, I got lean
With some shooters, don't give a fuck, we'll spray up the scene
Tote 'em choppas, yeah I up the beam
Feel like Trippie, I can't see a thing (See a damn thing)
If it ain't guap
Double cup full of drank, bitch I'm sippin' on that Wock
Hit my Backwood, you might faint, bitch I'm smokin' on that Za
I'm doing shit that you can't, nah, I don't fuck with y'all

Yeah I'm finna be a star, baby
Yeah I'm finna have foreign cars, baby
Started goin' up, everybody actin' strange lately
Want a feature? Better pay me (Better pay me, ho)
Smoking gas, rolling dope
Just pour me up a 4

Down bad, left me all alone, can't trust a soul
And my bitch she hold it down, she grip my pole
And if I say the word, she gon' let it blow
And if it's smoke, then it's somethin', that's for sure

When I'm at the top, they try to be me
I'm off this gas, this shit exotic, can't even see
Okay, okay, no NLE, this Choppa sittin' so close to me
And she like "Nyne, you got the key"
I got Rick Owens on my feet
They still hatin', wanna be me

I got percs, yeah, I got lean
With some shooters, don't give a fuck, we'll spray up the scene
Tote 'em choppas, yeah I up the beam
Feel like Trippie, I can't see a thing (See a damn thing)
If it ain't guap
Double cup full of drank, bitch I'm sippin' on that Wock
Hit my Backwood, you might faint, bitch I'm smokin' on that Za
I'm doing shit that you can't, nah, I don't fuck with y'all



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Writer(s): Mars 3002
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