Star Shotta
Real recognize real, I know Diizii lives for this shit, yeah
Ha-ha-ha, ayy, DANTE?
Real recognize real
I know DANTE? really 'bout that shit, you feel me?
Fuck you on?
(Ah, ah) Exotics; I bought 'em, baby
(Ah, ah) Extended clips; I got 'em baby
(Ah, ah) It's like we just won the Lotto, baby
(Ah, ah) Off the Earth, I'm a star shotta, baby
Hol' on, huh, exotics; I got a lotta
Huh, extended clips; yeah, bitch, I bought 'em
Wock' with the Sprite, yeah, bitch, I'm on it
I roll on my own, I'm a star shotta
I been with my baby and we poppin' X (Ecstasy)
I told her, "if you need me, go shoot me a text" (Hit my phone)
If you play, they up the Drac', they up the TEC' (Pew-pew)
If you play, they up the fuckin' Glock up at yo' neck (Up at yo' neck)
I be rollin' with the Drac', I'm in a trance (Yeah)
She off the Molly, now she do her little dance (Up and down)
A-town got them youngin's that be sellin' bales (Phew)
I'ma hit and bail; psycho, no Christian Bale
His dedication in the craft
Is unlike anything any of you could ever dream of
I immediately knew that shit when we met
So I had to give him beats for this collab
We chefs in the kitchen with the music that we cook
Haters getting mad, typing on Twitter; a whole book
If a hater say some shit to my face
I'll lock onto the target like it's GTA
And start swinging like I'm inside the batting cage
I'll only show my rage
All of you are losers and clowns
While we are winners with crowns, yeah
Huh, me and my ho, oh, you know we poppin' Addy's (Took a twenty)
Oh, my lil shawty; she a baddie (She bad, she bad)
She got the fatty, I'ma tap, give me the addy (Yeah)
Gave her heaven with this dick
Mm, she callin' me daddy, wassup? ('Sup?)
Huh, I see them other hoes and they be like, "wassup?" ('Sup?)
Sh-uh, shut up, my shawty gon' get yo' shit tucked (Phew)
Heart to heart, body to body, soul to soul, bitch, when we fuck (Ha)
Motherfucker, think you got clout? Bitch, you just got some luck, ha
(Ah, ah) Exotics; I bought 'em, baby
(Ah, ah) Extended clips; I got 'em baby
(Ah, ah) It's like we just won the Lotto, baby
(Ah, ah) Off the Earth, I'm a star shotta, baby
Hol' on, huh, exotics; I got a lotta
Huh, extended clips; yeah, bitch, I bought 'em
Wock' with the Sprite, yeah, bitch, I'm on it
I roll on my own, I'm a star shotta
I'm a star shotta, yeah
I'm a star shotta, yeah
Let me dance in the stars, let me dance on the moon
Let me dance in the stars, yeah, bitch, that's just my mood
Let me dance in space
Lil' bitch, get the fuck out my face, huh
Ha-ha-ha, ayy, DANTE?
Real recognize real
I know DANTE? really 'bout that shit, you feel me?
Fuck you on?
(Ah, ah) Exotics; I bought 'em, baby
(Ah, ah) Extended clips; I got 'em baby
(Ah, ah) It's like we just won the Lotto, baby
(Ah, ah) Off the Earth, I'm a star shotta, baby
Hol' on, huh, exotics; I got a lotta
Huh, extended clips; yeah, bitch, I bought 'em
Wock' with the Sprite, yeah, bitch, I'm on it
I roll on my own, I'm a star shotta
I been with my baby and we poppin' X (Ecstasy)
I told her, "if you need me, go shoot me a text" (Hit my phone)
If you play, they up the Drac', they up the TEC' (Pew-pew)
If you play, they up the fuckin' Glock up at yo' neck (Up at yo' neck)
I be rollin' with the Drac', I'm in a trance (Yeah)
She off the Molly, now she do her little dance (Up and down)
A-town got them youngin's that be sellin' bales (Phew)
I'ma hit and bail; psycho, no Christian Bale
His dedication in the craft
Is unlike anything any of you could ever dream of
I immediately knew that shit when we met
So I had to give him beats for this collab
We chefs in the kitchen with the music that we cook
Haters getting mad, typing on Twitter; a whole book
If a hater say some shit to my face
I'll lock onto the target like it's GTA
And start swinging like I'm inside the batting cage
I'll only show my rage
All of you are losers and clowns
While we are winners with crowns, yeah
Huh, me and my ho, oh, you know we poppin' Addy's (Took a twenty)
Oh, my lil shawty; she a baddie (She bad, she bad)
She got the fatty, I'ma tap, give me the addy (Yeah)
Gave her heaven with this dick
Mm, she callin' me daddy, wassup? ('Sup?)
Huh, I see them other hoes and they be like, "wassup?" ('Sup?)
Sh-uh, shut up, my shawty gon' get yo' shit tucked (Phew)
Heart to heart, body to body, soul to soul, bitch, when we fuck (Ha)
Motherfucker, think you got clout? Bitch, you just got some luck, ha
(Ah, ah) Exotics; I bought 'em, baby
(Ah, ah) Extended clips; I got 'em baby
(Ah, ah) It's like we just won the Lotto, baby
(Ah, ah) Off the Earth, I'm a star shotta, baby
Hol' on, huh, exotics; I got a lotta
Huh, extended clips; yeah, bitch, I bought 'em
Wock' with the Sprite, yeah, bitch, I'm on it
I roll on my own, I'm a star shotta
I'm a star shotta, yeah
I'm a star shotta, yeah
Let me dance in the stars, let me dance on the moon
Let me dance in the stars, yeah, bitch, that's just my mood
Let me dance in space
Lil' bitch, get the fuck out my face, huh
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Writer(s): Michael Pastrana
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