Stars In A R/T Lyrics

Uh,

They say we need to speed it up, we causin' problems

My mind on these millions and my mind on this money

When you was down on your dick, everybody thought it was funny

And I make all these pesos and this shit like some honey

I come through with this cho,

You'll think a nigga Easter bunny

And I'm tired of all these hoes, bitch, you better keep on runnin

I let this bitch loose like this bitch was a tummy

I give these bitches a movie like this shit was on Sony

It get too close to death, sometimes I think about what I'm doin

I'm in this coupe tryna figure out where the fuck is I'm goin

This bitch to locked in, tryna put my name all over her body

And we gon' party till this shit over

And we gon' do this shit all night, tryna flip a nigga's shit over

We turn up in these lanes, up in these scats, tell these bitches get over

We'll walk inside the house and take over like it's a sleepover

My nigga ridin' presidential, bitch, this a Range Rover

Niggas get too close, they try to take shit, bitch, hand it over

I'm tryna pick the lean while I'm drivin', it done spilled over

I'm killin' all my opps and tag teamin', that's my takeover

Walkin' over niggas, givin' niggas fuckin' makeover

They testin' they luck, they think a nigga has a pushover

If the nigga try me, I'ma take his bitch, give him the leftover

I got too drunk last night, nigga, I had to hang over

Put stars inside the R/T, these bitches really came closer

This bitch is not a coupe, this is a 5.7, do or die

If a nigga try to test me, send him to the stars, like in my ride

I was tryna swerve the R/T, goddamn, a nigga almost died

If a nigga try to shoot somethin', his mama gon' be the one who cry

Nigga switchin' gang to gang, nigga better pick a side

Before he end up on the curb where his brother lied

These niggas tryna apply pressure like they can't fuckin' die

Bitch, I'm fly as hell, feel like I'm finna take a glide

Finna fuck my girl, underneath these stars, bitch, it's just you and I

Stars inside the R/T like this bitch is a aircraft

We gon' fly this bitch to the moon, pray, in hope we make it out

I'm puttin' niggas on the defense like I'm a college scout

I'm still tryna figure out why the fuck she worried about my word bout

Most these niggas follow up behind other niggas for some clout

Bitch, I'm in a different room

Bitch, I'm on a different route

Bitch, I'm like a five-star in the NFL draft

These niggas be tryna keep up, but I be leavin' gaps

Cause niggas can't never keep up, cause I'm on a different route