Stars! (feat. Wally)
(Thrillboy)
(BenjiCold why you icy?)
She see the stars in the roof, It's amazing
And she wanna be my boo, wan' be my baby
When I walked up in the stu, I was faded
And this bitch so bad, yeah she drive me crazy
Smoking dope
Get my paper froze
Counting my damn ones with my real bros
And my real hoes
Lean on me I'm moving slow
And she say she like my shows
Getting money real expensive clothes
With the hoes
Don't like the way he actin'
Jace drip, like my bitch
Imma Tappan
Getting paper why the fuck you say I'm average
Suicide doors bitch, like a maverick
Now she all on me, I might pop a bean
She for the fucking team
Fuck skyline we supreme
But I'm not a hypebeast
I think she like me
Wanna be my wifey, only for the night B
She see the stars in the roof, It's amazing
And she wanna be my boo, wan' be my baby
When I walked up in the stu, I was faded
And this bitch so bad, yeah she drive me crazy
Smoking dope
Get my paper froze
Counting my damn ones with my real bros
And my real hoes
Lean on me I'm moving slow
And she say she like my shows
Getting money real expensive clothes
With the hoes
Pullup with my, fuck
Pullup with my shorty
Imma cornerback just like Shoney
If you actin' phoney
Gone' Destroy his ass, leave em' lonely
Getting money, where the fuck the cash?
Feel like Sosa, yeah I run the trap
Got hella mile, on the fucking dash
Like Rj imma run it back
Eagle family we the fucking birds
Come to me like, what's the word?
Cornball, you a fucking nerd
Talk down to me, leave em' in the dirt
In the dirt
In the dirt
In the dirt
She see the stars in the roof, It's amazing
And she wanna be my boo, wan' be my baby
When I walked up in the stu, I was faded
And this bitch so bad, yeah she drive me crazy
Smoking dope
Get my paper froze
Counting my damn ones with my real bros
And my real hoes
Lean on me I'm moving slow
And she say she like my shows
Getting money real expensive clothes
With the hoes
With the hoes
We with the hoes, we with the hoes
She do the shows, with my cologne on
She tryna show off, she gunna go off ha
(BenjiCold why you icy?)
She see the stars in the roof, It's amazing
And she wanna be my boo, wan' be my baby
When I walked up in the stu, I was faded
And this bitch so bad, yeah she drive me crazy
Smoking dope
Get my paper froze
Counting my damn ones with my real bros
And my real hoes
Lean on me I'm moving slow
And she say she like my shows
Getting money real expensive clothes
With the hoes
Don't like the way he actin'
Jace drip, like my bitch
Imma Tappan
Getting paper why the fuck you say I'm average
Suicide doors bitch, like a maverick
Now she all on me, I might pop a bean
She for the fucking team
Fuck skyline we supreme
But I'm not a hypebeast
I think she like me
Wanna be my wifey, only for the night B
She see the stars in the roof, It's amazing
And she wanna be my boo, wan' be my baby
When I walked up in the stu, I was faded
And this bitch so bad, yeah she drive me crazy
Smoking dope
Get my paper froze
Counting my damn ones with my real bros
And my real hoes
Lean on me I'm moving slow
And she say she like my shows
Getting money real expensive clothes
With the hoes
Pullup with my, fuck
Pullup with my shorty
Imma cornerback just like Shoney
If you actin' phoney
Gone' Destroy his ass, leave em' lonely
Getting money, where the fuck the cash?
Feel like Sosa, yeah I run the trap
Got hella mile, on the fucking dash
Like Rj imma run it back
Eagle family we the fucking birds
Come to me like, what's the word?
Cornball, you a fucking nerd
Talk down to me, leave em' in the dirt
In the dirt
In the dirt
In the dirt
She see the stars in the roof, It's amazing
And she wanna be my boo, wan' be my baby
When I walked up in the stu, I was faded
And this bitch so bad, yeah she drive me crazy
Smoking dope
Get my paper froze
Counting my damn ones with my real bros
And my real hoes
Lean on me I'm moving slow
And she say she like my shows
Getting money real expensive clothes
With the hoes
With the hoes
We with the hoes, we with the hoes
She do the shows, with my cologne on
She tryna show off, she gunna go off ha
Credits
Writer(s): Cole Cowan
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