Starstruck
Boy shut yo ass up
You aint bout action
Boy look at the way my chains flashing
You can see em when im sliding through traffic
Runts in my blunts
And no im not passing
Hell cat in my jacket
For static
Yea, might fly out to Montana like my name tony
I call up the city you know that they owe me
My thoughts on this paper like I am a poet
I put the game together just like I sow it
Ice on my neck you know that im glowing
Pour a four up like im Isiah Thomas
You pull up on me and we uppin them lommas
You already late we is uppin them commas
I aint with the drama
You see me
you starstruck
Pour that purple in my cup
Ask you a question yo times up
Yea they call me the barber I line this shit up
Got me a bitch I take her from china
All these clothes on me yea they designer
Bro told me bring back that fire
Baby girl how im liar
You calling my phone
Hoe is you tripping
Yea
Be quiet let me go finish my sentence
Like im doing 4 I made it independent
Just like I bought me a all white pendant
Im starting to feel like im chosen
Im on you niggas, yea the bro's in
I dunk on yo ass like DeRozan
Im finally putting my toes in
My mind is unlocked i gotta go put a code in
My niggas they uppin, and tottin, this lean in my cup and im loaded
Dont talk to me I got emotions
Don't talk to me baby girl I aint got emotion
Stop talk to me don't deal with commotion
My nigga is chosen
All my niggas is chosen
Aye
I pop out the garden on niggas
I pop at the garden on niggas
These bitches they fucking with me
These niggas they not fucking with me
But i don't give a fuck
I just pulled up in urus and Bentley trucks
And the shit it got me conceited
Love how the lil bitch got her titties tucked
Got a pent in the city we really up
You know brodi the one hell T you up
Had a shorty she really wanted to keep my stuff
We aint doing no free verses
Pay it up
When I wake up you know that she laying up
When im in the stu know that she staying up
Why she blowing my phone she know im playin her
Love get toxic
Know I aint playing fair
When it come to this shit
I aint playing fair
If you say its up and its stuck
Keep it there
Crunch his ass but I know im not captain
Boy shut yo ass up
You aint bout action
Boy look at the way my chains flashing
You can see em when im sliding through traffic
Runts in my blunts
And no im not passing
Hell cat in my jacket
For static
You aint bout action
Boy look at the way my chains flashing
You can see em when im sliding through traffic
Runts in my blunts
And no im not passing
Hell cat in my jacket
For static
Yea, might fly out to Montana like my name tony
I call up the city you know that they owe me
My thoughts on this paper like I am a poet
I put the game together just like I sow it
Ice on my neck you know that im glowing
Pour a four up like im Isiah Thomas
You pull up on me and we uppin them lommas
You already late we is uppin them commas
I aint with the drama
You see me
you starstruck
Pour that purple in my cup
Ask you a question yo times up
Yea they call me the barber I line this shit up
Got me a bitch I take her from china
All these clothes on me yea they designer
Bro told me bring back that fire
Baby girl how im liar
You calling my phone
Hoe is you tripping
Yea
Be quiet let me go finish my sentence
Like im doing 4 I made it independent
Just like I bought me a all white pendant
Im starting to feel like im chosen
Im on you niggas, yea the bro's in
I dunk on yo ass like DeRozan
Im finally putting my toes in
My mind is unlocked i gotta go put a code in
My niggas they uppin, and tottin, this lean in my cup and im loaded
Dont talk to me I got emotions
Don't talk to me baby girl I aint got emotion
Stop talk to me don't deal with commotion
My nigga is chosen
All my niggas is chosen
Aye
I pop out the garden on niggas
I pop at the garden on niggas
These bitches they fucking with me
These niggas they not fucking with me
But i don't give a fuck
I just pulled up in urus and Bentley trucks
And the shit it got me conceited
Love how the lil bitch got her titties tucked
Got a pent in the city we really up
You know brodi the one hell T you up
Had a shorty she really wanted to keep my stuff
We aint doing no free verses
Pay it up
When I wake up you know that she laying up
When im in the stu know that she staying up
Why she blowing my phone she know im playin her
Love get toxic
Know I aint playing fair
When it come to this shit
I aint playing fair
If you say its up and its stuck
Keep it there
Crunch his ass but I know im not captain
Boy shut yo ass up
You aint bout action
Boy look at the way my chains flashing
You can see em when im sliding through traffic
Runts in my blunts
And no im not passing
Hell cat in my jacket
For static
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Writer(s): Jibrian Parker
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