Shooting Star Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Gang, yeah, yeah, huh

50 gang, nigga, uh, uh, uh Gang, uh, uh

I was fifteen with an .nine Probably Shot a hundred rounds tryna leave Me sum

On that block all day tryna catch me One

Twelve get behind this car bitch, You know that I'm gone run

In the Stu right now, with my gun Free the gang out the box,they ain't Give him no bell

I'm in traffic right now so you know I got my scale

Bad bitch got a good brain, she went to Yale, uh

I'm like, bae, I'm tryna see If I'm Fucked up, would you do the same For me

Would you blow your fire, get on The stand, and lie for me

And long live the guyz, I swear to God that she hurt me deep

Yeah, I'm a shooting star, bitch, I Got a gen five

Nigga run up on me tweakin, he Gone' run into a nine

Put the pole to his face, made that Nigga feel the fire

Just keep it real with a nigga, you Ain't even gotta lie

Why these niggas hatin' on me, I Don't even know

These niggas broke tryna beef, Swear this shit, not a joke

I put on for the gang, I gave all my dawgs hope

Catch a opp out of bounds, bitch, You know I up the score

You not 50, you not gang, slime, You not my woe

Had to fix me a nigga, hit him with The tool

Channel five Me nigga, put him on the News

Swear to God up in school, I was Trappin' like a fool

Hit the cut me and Dios, bitch, we Was skipping school

Nigga run up on me, tweakin, we Gone' turn his ass a food

I put my all on this music, ain't got Shit to lose

Was sixteen with a dub, bitch, I been on that move

Niggas want to be a 50, but they Can't get approved

Can't come around that gang, you Ain't caught, you a few

Always been number one, bitch, I never been the two

Ran off on the plug, Lil heart a Shiesty dude

I was fifteen with a nine

Probably shot 100 rounds, trying To Leave me sum

On that block all day, tryna catch Me one

12' get behind this car, bitch, you Know that I'mma Run

In the Stu right now, with my gun Free the gang out the box,they ain't Give him no bell

I'm in traffic right now so you know I got my scale

Bad bitch got a good brain, she went to Yale

I'm a shooting star, bitch, I Got a gen five

Nigga run up on me tweakin, he Gone' run into a nine

Put the pole to his face, made that Nigga feel the fire

Just keep it real with a nigga, you Ain't even gotta lie