Star Players ft. Westsidegoatt Lyrics

We them RoadRunners, hit that road how we popping out

Can't be bitchin' on them drills, why the fuck you copping out

Put a switchy on the Glock, Glizzy fresh up out the box

Brodie caught a body toss the ghost, and then we swapping out

Heard he made that diss and we gon' knock him off

All these bitches on my dick, I tell em' top me off

Uh, star player shit, I ain't gon' drop the ball

Drop a hundred feel like Wilt and watch this body fall

Yeah, what a damn shame

Shawty tryna fuck me for my last name

Catch me on the road with them sill things

Backwoods smokin', this some real stink

How you come in first and we still in the lead

Cat too fast, this that SRT

Five hundred dollars on a fresh Gucci T

Y'all was beggin' for that beef, we gon' give him what he need

Drac's, Glock's, bullets 223's

22 fiends on the block sniffin' clean

And bitch you know I'm tryna fuck, like, what do you mean

Can you bend that shit over uh, get on your knees

We them RoadRunners, hit that road how we popping out

Can't be bitchin' on them drills, why the fuck you copping out

Put a switchy on the Glock, Glizzy fresh up out the box

Brodie caught a body toss the ghost, and then we swapping out

Heard he made that diss and we gon' knock him off

All these bitches on my dick, I tell em' top me off

Uh, star player shit, I ain't gon' drop the ball

Drop a hundred feel like Wilt and watch this body fall

Put a scope up on this chopper, he ain't make it far

In and out them V's every day, steady switching cars

Roadrunner, double R, we the ones in charge

Yeah, Osama and the Goatt, we the rising stars

Uh, you wanna hang with us, go hit a block or crack a card

She gon' eat the dick, cause she with a superstar

Offset with the Glock, with my migos taking off

Bronem' hoppin' out like fuck it, we ain't shootin' out the car

Put my hood on the map, you know I'ma set the mark

Chrome hearts on his body in his comments broken hearts

Fuck a key, hold the brake, I'ma push the start

Catch him broad day, you know I'ma let it spark

We them RoadRunners, hit that road how we popping out

Can't be bitchin' on them drills, why the fuck you copping out

Put a switchy on the Glock, Glizzy fresh up out the box

Brodie caught a body toss the ghost, and then we swapping out

Heard he made that diss and we gon' knock him off

All these bitches on my dick, I tell em' top me off

Uh, star player shit, I ain't gon' drop the ball

Drop a hundred feel like Wilt and watch this body fall