Stellar Lyrics

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta

Whew, I gotta, yea, I gotta

(Brrrtt)

I gotta

(Brrrtt), (Brrrtt)

I gotta, yea

(Hello)

I gotta hit on my cellular

She wants me to come through and nail her

The fuck did I tell her

Bitch Ima star, I'm stellar, (I'm stellar)

She's low down like cellars, she's gotta man but let's me propel her

(She's low, she's low)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up, Way up)

I gotta hit on my cellular

She wants me to come through and nail her

The fuck did I tell her

Bitch Ima star, I'm stellar, (I'm stellar)

She's low down like cellars, she's gotta man but let's me propel her

(She's low, she's low)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up, Way up)

We're getting higher, that's word to my lighter

Watch out! The boy is on fire!

Don't stop how you're rolling that thang, just drop it right here on my brain

Don't get knocked off, we're coming for your spot, 'til it's leaking' like hot sauce

No TDE but Im a Top Dawg

Visual my life as rock star, hangin' out the back of a cop car

Spinnin' the block hard, I need a black card

Spinnin' the, I need a

Spinnin' the, I need a

Spinnin' the, I need a

Black

Black

Black

I mastered this, the masochist, that the fists, that passed your bitch, done actin' pacifist

What's war & peace without the piece

Signs of leaving them deceased, oouu

Artillery for whoever is huntin' me

Let it burn like 3rd degree, ushered in a new wave

No more common slaves, we're gonna pave the way

Gotta get paid on my day to day

Use to be boo'd like Ella Mai, now I hit harder than MMA

That's all you had to say, no wonder you're getting lead astray

I gotta hit on my cellular

She wants me to come through and nail her

The fuck did I tell her

Bitch Ima star, I'm stellar, (I'm stellar)

She's low down like cellars, she's gotta man but let's me propel her

(She's low, she's low)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up, Way up)

I gotta hit on my cellular

She wants me to come through and nail her

The fuck did I tell her

Bitch Ima star, I'm stellar, (I'm stellar)

She's low down like cellars, she's gotta man but let's me propel her

(She's low, she's low)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up, Way up)

Wavy lil baby, I'm crack in the 80's, I'm fuckin' up your mental (Mhm)

Siphon this, alien intelligence, must mean I'm heaven sent

You're looking at a veteran, ill, no medicine

Ima pop off like sedatives, there's nothing else that relative

I got the game from relatives

Spinnin' the, I need a

Spinnin' the, I need a

Spinnin' the, I need a

Black

Black

Black

Spittin' this shit with the elegance

You, you, you, you

I'm better than, this flows prevalent

Can't you see the evidence, no prints

Behind the window tint, how my time is spent

Need her back bent, that's a head on collision

We keep crashin', want more repetition

Then it's back to the back end, stackin'

While niggas yelling tap in, break it down, then tap out

What's the limit Ima max out, out rap niggas

Hold it down till my last bout, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt

I gotta hit on my cellular

She wants me to come through and nail her

The fuck did I tell her

Bitch Ima star, I'm stellar, (I'm stellar)

She's low down like cellars, she's gotta man but let's me propel her

(She's low, she's low)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up, Way up)

I gotta hit on my cellular

She wants me to come through and nail her

The fuck did I tell her

Bitch Ima star, I'm stellar, (I'm stellar)

She's low down like cellars, she's gotta man but let's me propel her

(She's low, she's low)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up)

She's gotta man but let's me (Way up, Way up)