Shooting Stars Lyrics

It's too many baddies in here man I can't even decide the one that I want

Its too many racks in my pocket I carry my phone in my hand and can't carry a wallet

If I don't get up and get to the ima be sick vomit

Hollow tips

shooting stars

Comets

GRAH

It's too many baddies in here man I can't even decide the one that I want

Its too many racks in my pocket I carry my phone in my hand and can't carry a wallet

If I don't get up and get to the ima be sick vomit

Hollow tips

shooting stars

Comets

GRAH

I remember I doubted myself when it felt like nobody was watching for me

Got a bag, bitches flocking to me

Treat them all like they options to me

Hate when bird bitches hawking on me

It be feeling like they be stalking on me

In the club w the knockin on me

In case niggas try flocking at me

Not a killer I'm protecting my flesh

In case niggas try plotting on me

Ima up He get dropped on the street

When the chop get to chopping

Even a tree finna fall on its noggin

Nigga just stop it

You aint Wanna get it rocking

Back to the bitches

I see a couple in here that should become my mistress

Rewind a couple of years they'd ignore my existence

She backed w up w persistence

So I close up the distance

That night I wasn't St. Nicholas

But I wrapped it up like Christmas

She even gave me assistance

Then I send her back to youuuuuuuu

It's too many baddies in here man I can't even decide the one that I want

Its too many racks in my pocket I carry my phone in my hand and can't carry a wallet

If I don't get up and get to the ima be sick vomit

Hollow tip shooting star comet

It's too many baddies in here man I can't even decide the one that I want

Its too many racks in my pocket I carry my phone in my hand and can't carry a wallet

If I don't get up and get to the ima be sick vomit

Hollow tips

shooting stars

Comets

GRAH