CO-STAR Lyrics

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Rager, bitch

Back on yo' block, I'm untouchable

I get yo' ass heated up like a Lunchable

Put yo' ass on NBC like a Huxtable

I get this bread like a fucking Uncrustable

(Okay okay)

"How many bags" nigga I'm getting several

Green laser beam turn yo' ass to a vegetable

Bad little bitch take her ass off a pedestal

GTR this shit is a push start

I got some niggas geeked up off the Wockhardt

Knew I was a star lil' bitch Imma go far

Lil' bitch hop on the bed you my co-star

I feel like 'Bron bitch I'm winning

Rims on the donk and this shit keep on spinning

Words keep on flowing just hang on the sentence

Bitch I'm the Rager a muhfucking menace

I know my life is expensive

Hermes the sheets case a bitch wanna kick it

I can not cheat on the bag I'm committed

I guess that girl just can not see the vision

I came back and I just counted some millions

Fuck all that shit Imma buy a pavilion

Covered in diamonds so I'm always chilling

He said he "bout it" that boy a civilian

I got a bad little bitch she Sicilian

Call up my brodie that nigga a villain

Bitch call me Doom, RIP to the villain

Fuck it I don't need a reticle

I got a cannon this shit is incredible

Lex got the canon that nigga get technical

Max in the beamer the M3 is credible

Jordan on cam' make sure the fit flicked up

Took the top off the whip bitch that's a nip tuck

Every time I walk in the bank it's a stick-up

I got a bad lil' bitch with a big butt

Crib in the hills man that shit is secluded

I count a bag and it feel like I'm zooted

Shoutout to Future my passion's a movie

Famous girl, she wanna kick it like Bruce Lee

But I ain't saying no names

Hop on the track and I'm going insane

Lately, I kick it with 'Liq counting bank

Asked if I'm grateful, bitch fuck do you think

Fuck do you think

I think I'm tired of questions

Dropped out of college it taught me a lesson

Life is just better when you counting blessings

These niggas entertain hoes like they Cedric

I'm counting money cool, calm, and collected

Treat me like stock in which all I'm invested

I got some A-listers all in my section

Ye called me and told me "Naz you a legend"

GTR this shit is a push start

I got some niggas geeked up off the Wockhardt

Knew I was a star lil bitch Imma go far

Lil bitch hop on the bed you my co-star

Moonwalk on beats like I'm Michael

Fuck on a dance teacher at her recital

I had to steal her lil' heart it was vital

Hollywood Naz the American Idol

Pop star, Rockstar, what you wan' call it

4.2 flat to the money I'm balling

Phone keep ringing tell shawty stop calling

I took a shot and I won I called it

I put some ice on grills in my mouth

Peachtree baby might fly to the south

Louisiana baby got love for the south

18 and I just bought my own house

Lil' nigga get the fuck off of the couch

I pull up take shawty out of the drought

I go to sleep and I up my amounts

Bitch

Haha, It's that fucking Rager