#ALLSTARS! ft. Booka Lyrics

Oh, that's Booka!

Bah)

Bah-bah, bah

Damnn

No feet, we slidin' in cars

I get up close? He won't make it far

I got a glock, I ain't tryn' spar

He'll get smoked like he a cigar

We play ball, we the All Stars

We in the field, bitch, we ball hard

Swing in a Bat with them Sticks, Hardball

He try to run? He gon' fall hard

Catch shots to his back, make him fall apart

I'm on his head, fuck is a part?

I see a target? I'm throwin' like darts

Slide like electric, we make shit spark

I see a opp? He get smoked like a cart

We tryn' slide like kids in the park

I flip a switch? Then, shit gettin' dark

I'm in the water, I'm with the Sharks, you know they Piranhas

I'm on hots, get shocked, Blanka

Aim at his head, he baked, lasagna

Leave niggas lose like noodles, pasta

I'm at his door, I'm bangin' the knocka'

I got the Juice like Bishop, Mamba

Spark up a wood, we ain't blowin' no grabba

Pop out, all black like a Panther, Wakanda

Bad bitch put the gun in her Teffy

Gotta' skate, you ain't come here to neck me

(Fuck that, I'ma call up her bestie)

Then, send her back to the Streets like Sesame

Now, I'm lookin' for the hoes like Sexyy

Give the ho my jack, tell her "Text me"

Have her watchin' these kids like Jesse

Don't need a bitch, ho, please don't stress me (Damnn)

No feet, we slidin' in cars

I get up close? He won't make it far

I got a glock, I ain't tryn' spar

He'll get smoked like he a cigar

We play ball, we the All Stars

We in the field, bitch, we ball hard

Swing in a Bat with them Sticks, Hardball

He try to run? He gon' fall hard

Catch shots to his back, make him fall apart

(Catch shots to his back, make him fall apart, Rrahh)

Oh, that's Booka!