BAPESTAR!

I don't even got no blunt
Gotta uhh, gotta pen
Straight from the dispensary
Good gas

Lowlife walkin' with ya' bitch
I got hella money on my wrist
In the intro not talkin' bout shit

She popped a pill, I popped a pill
Ridin' 180 I got my steel I can't get killed
I'ma drive it like a race car hand onna' wheel
You know I'm hangin' with the Bapestars fashion for real
I'm money splashin' for real
I can't slip I got all of my niggas with me
I remember them niggas had hated on me
Now I fuck on they bitches I do it for free
And this chop kick just like its Bruce Lee
You a broke bitch it couldn't be me
Gettin twin head, I'ma call them siamese
And her pussy water I call it Irene
And she comin' over every time that I ring

Switch lanes, switch lanes, I can't get caught by the law
Take her backstage, bless her in the bathroom stall
Afterwards she treat me like a God
Hang with me I show you how to rock
And this AR it came with a stock
Don't make me turn on the red dot
Lil nigga you wifin' a bop
Tell her to suck it she turn to a star
Brand new whip, right off the lot
How much it cost you? It cost me a lot
They tryna copy my woah
The original always gon' float
We gon' turn that lil boy to a ghost
Got a laser right over his nose
They tryna copy my woah
The original always gon' float

She popped a pill, I popped a pill
Ridin' 180 I got my steel I can't get killed
I'ma drive it like a race car hand onna' wheel
You know I'm hangin' with the Bapestars fashion for real
I'm money splashin' for real
I can't slip I got all of my niggas with me
I remember them niggas had hated on me
Now I fuck on they bitches I do it for free
And this chop kick just like its Bruce Lee
You a broke bitch it couldn't be me
Gettin twin head, I'ma call them siamese
And her pussy water I call it Irene
And she comin' over every time that I ring

Lowlife walkin' with ya' bitch
I got hella money on my wrist
In the intro not talkin' bout shit



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Burrell
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