Rap Star Lyrics

I'm U-R-H-I-G-H-N-E-S-S I want five mil on the deal and nothing less

Sex on the beach, sloppy drunk, a fuckin' mess I'm good, just cut from a different cloth

so I seamstress Hell is hot, but I'm angel fly, I seem blessed

Apple message, they say that he blue text

It's crazy how y'all favorite rappers gettin

Caught snitchin' I would've got the witness before Glocks and

switches Only God could judge me, I say that with conviction

We ran shit, even on 4th and inches

And this scope give me vision

I'm eyeing if you dyin' if I find you in my mentions

This ain't a game you can't play, nigga The white's so white, it can't even say nigga

Tell Jeezy, my mama was a trap star And I'm a rap star

All you niggas act hard

Pound got me in the attic like Betelgeuse

No Paul Pierce, I just see the truth And these niggas sleepin' on me, no Tempur-Pedic

I put five across his chest, no pledge of allegiance

I shine bright, I know you see it

All that co-signin', gone get your ass leased

Pay me interest, not exact

The Mack is black, the Mack go braaatt

Ridin' with two things, that's cat in the hat

Niggas be happy and broke, me I'm mad rich With a bad bitch givin' me brain

She telepathic, I tote a ratchet I fight good like Cassius

Check on your mans, a two-piece caught him clean for talkin' cash shit

Shots made his fashion Yeezy, out his Mike Amiri

Jewry blurry, feelin' eerie, cause it ain't no trust in you niggas

Get money gang, I won't give a fuck to you bitches

Social media for kids, I won't turn up in them mentions

You never had it bad, boy, you frontin' in them trenches

I see the hate, I hear the fake, you playin' with them senses

If we can't get you, we get the misses

That's the consequence for playin' with the business

Feelin' like Odell, I just snag shit Mortician, I tag shit

I let the money speak, I talk cash shit

In some fast shit, loosen up, the future bright

Boy, you past tense, you see my last shit

Boy, I crash whips, smoke better than a glass hit

Bitch savage, she a ratchet

How ironic, she happy when I'm giving her mad dick

After one hit wonderin', was that a smash hit

Tragic, I hit quick, give her the dick, then it's magic

Poof, you a goof, hit your roof, now you nappin

I got fat cause I been snacking

I like action, pistol packin

No Cruella, the Sig hangin' out Deville cause it's no Lackin'

I'm U-R-H-I-G-H-N-E-S-S

I want 5 mil on the deal, and nothin' less

Sex on the beach, sloppy drunk, a fuckin' mess

I'm good, just cut from a different cloth, so I seamstress

Hell is hot, but I'm an angel fly, I seem blessed

Apple message, they say that he blue taste

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