Stars ft. Bandz Da Breash Lyrics

Talking about cheese, cheddar, guap

I'm talking about bands, you are not

I got, I got, I got, I got, I got lil time for the bullshit

Dang, I got, I got no time for the bullshit

I got, I got, I got two bombs and a full clip

Come here baby, come here baby, I got two charms and a pool stick

I got, I got, I got lil time for the bullshit

Dang, I got, I got no time for the bullshit

But I'm back in my zone, I'm ready to kill

Don't call my phone unless you making a deal

You singing my song think that's gon' get her heels

I'm in Cali racing scats in the hills

Flying flavors we send packs in the mail

What you need everything is for sale

Everyone left but I ain't care

I'ma keep cooking but I ain't a chef

I'm a made nigga but I ain't Jeff

Better respect me, bitch I been heavy

I keep them snipers with me like I'm Wesley

Put these balls on this bitch she get testy

Bitch bet' not text me

Know I'm outside with a wetty

But only outside for the fetty

Free that boy fetty

Know I ain't even have to say it but I'm pulling strings like spaghetti

Know I'm getting cheese

Don't make me bust down my teeth

Make a nigga bitch freeze

I'm a bless her she ain't even gotta sneeze

I don't want it you ain't even gotta tease

Know I'm loaded hunnids bust out my jeans

You don't want it this bitch bust R.I.P.'s

This a chopper make your cars stop

Graduated school of hard knocks

That bitch ain't love me, made my heart stop

That bitch wasn't for me

I was disappointed

Now I'm walking around with these digits on me

Everywhere around all these bitches know me

I be feeling numb, got me sipping codeine

On bond we had sticks and stolies

And that shit wasn't fun

That's just how it was

Kill a nigga lungs, just from smoking guns

Talking about cheese, cheddar, guap

I'm talking about bands, you are not

I got, I got, I got, I got, I got lil time for the bullshit

Dang, I got, I got no time for the bullshit

I got, I got, I got two bombs and a full clip

Come here baby, come here baby, I got two charms and a pool stick

If it's motion, let me know, and I'm there

Hocus Pocus, make that boy disappear

This ain't cap, I make them bows do a flip

In the trap with a soul on my hip

Bitch I get chips, and then I dip

I made a grip, straight off a flip

This shit my life, this ain't no script, all night shooting dice, loaded on pills

Don't fuck with mice, brodie 'nem kill

Just for the thrill, just how it is

I'ma keep thuggin, cuz that how I live

She wanna love me but know how I am, I want to trust but can't let no one in

Diamonds on me, hunnids flood out my pants

Spying on me you a wannabe fan

Lying on me cause you been blew your chance

I got them racks, I don't need no advance

You know the facts check the stats, I'm the man

Don't fuck with gnats, don't speak on wax

Keep it a stack, tell them I'm back

This shit don't stop, back at the top, I'm out my mind again

Shawty know that she a bop, after she top me, I'm breaking her spine again

Kempo hurry up and drop, getting these racks I can't even rap

Threw a bag on a condo in Florida and half the time, nigga ain't even there

This shit don't stop, back at the top, I'm out my mind again

Shawty know that she a bop, after she top me, I'm breaking her spine again

Kempo hurry up and drop, getting these racks I can't even rap

Blew a bag on a condo in Florida and half the time, nigga ain't even there