Superstars
Vier
I pop a addy I feel like myself I don't fuck with people I got lit myself
Put trust in my brothers, nobody gon' tell
Ill lie to the judge bitch, I'll see you in hell
Versace my glasses I don't see nobody
Dig up the poles that got hella bodys
My bitch flawless, we treat zone six like its lawless
I got popping perfect timing
Counting to the bank almost broke my arm
Broke my loyalty broke my heart
In the hood we superstars, in the hood we superstars
I fell in love with the money, I don't like bitches that friendly
I'ma turn the beamer to a Bentley, dissing on the gang it get deadly
Was fucken on J at the trap house, could've been wife but she capped out
Ex-niggas want smoke till the guns out, not my girl but they still getting gunned down
Fam saying LA changed me, but I ain't been the same since 2018
In Portland, move like I'm Jay-Z
All my pockets full like baby, hoes from back then wanna date me
Momma now proud of her baby, momma now proud of her baby
Get her in that new Mercedes, I been on money moves lately
None of diss shit can go faze me, I'm to solid none can change me, start a label put on Jaetee
I pop a addy I feel like myself I don't fuck with people I got lit myself
Put trust in my brothers, nobody gon' tell
Ill lie to the judge bitch, I'll see you in hell
Versace my glasses I don't see nobody
Dig up the poles that got hella bodys
My bitch flawless, we treat zone six like its lawless
I got popping perfect timing
Counting to the bank almost broke my arm
Broke my loyalty broke my heart
In the hood we superstars, in the hood we superstars
Jaetee
Uh, don't care about shit I'm popping my shit
Smoking on pressure I'm lit in this bitch wearing all black ina rick Owens fit
Niggas be hating, but they ain't on shit
Free all the guys they didn't snitch, Alyx my shoes Alyx my wrist
I keep on dreaming bout days getting rich, YNT six they hate cuz I'm him
Now that I'm lit they wanna be friends studio nights making hits after hits
Vier going crazy he viral again VIER
Don't fuck with my brothers we pull up with sticks
Bitch ima rock out some super star shit, bitch ima rock out some superstar shit
Pop pop
Pop pop pop pop pop
Ynt shit, free k
I pop a addy I feel like myself I don't fuck with people I got lit myself
Put trust in my brothers, nobody gon' tell
Ill lie to the judge bitch, I'll see you in hell
Versace my glasses I don't see nobody
Dig up the poles that got hella bodys
My bitch flawless, we treat zone six like its lawless
I got popping perfect timing
Counting to the bank almost broke my arm
Broke my loyalty broke my heart
In the hood we superstars, in the hood we superstars
I fell in love with the money, I don't like bitches that friendly
I'ma turn the beamer to a Bentley, dissing on the gang it get deadly
Was fucken on J at the trap house, could've been wife but she capped out
Ex-niggas want smoke till the guns out, not my girl but they still getting gunned down
Fam saying LA changed me, but I ain't been the same since 2018
In Portland, move like I'm Jay-Z
All my pockets full like baby, hoes from back then wanna date me
Momma now proud of her baby, momma now proud of her baby
Get her in that new Mercedes, I been on money moves lately
None of diss shit can go faze me, I'm to solid none can change me, start a label put on Jaetee
I pop a addy I feel like myself I don't fuck with people I got lit myself
Put trust in my brothers, nobody gon' tell
Ill lie to the judge bitch, I'll see you in hell
Versace my glasses I don't see nobody
Dig up the poles that got hella bodys
My bitch flawless, we treat zone six like its lawless
I got popping perfect timing
Counting to the bank almost broke my arm
Broke my loyalty broke my heart
In the hood we superstars, in the hood we superstars
Jaetee
Uh, don't care about shit I'm popping my shit
Smoking on pressure I'm lit in this bitch wearing all black ina rick Owens fit
Niggas be hating, but they ain't on shit
Free all the guys they didn't snitch, Alyx my shoes Alyx my wrist
I keep on dreaming bout days getting rich, YNT six they hate cuz I'm him
Now that I'm lit they wanna be friends studio nights making hits after hits
Vier going crazy he viral again VIER
Don't fuck with my brothers we pull up with sticks
Bitch ima rock out some super star shit, bitch ima rock out some superstar shit
Pop pop
Pop pop pop pop pop
Ynt shit, free k
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Writer(s): Javier Carranza
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