superstar ft. 22december Lyrics

Pop a bottle disappear Houdini

Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy

Me and 22 counting hundreds we too greedy

Said she want a superstar we next up take it easy yeah

Pop a bottle disappear Houdini

Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy

Me and 22 counting hundreds ain't no fifties

Said she want a superstar we party like the eighties

I was like

God damn how she move it like that

Show me how to vibe we can groove it like that

Liquor in her cup I don't need her like that

I don't want to talk can we keep it like that

Another 4 more shots damn she got me in my feeling

I be posted with my brothers and we higher than the ceiling

Every time I make a song all the people they be stealing

And my shooters on the way point at them they do the killing

Yeah

Run up you might catch a high tech

Messing with my dawgs watch out they might bite back

She got pretty eyes staring at my blue check

She got pretty thighs all up on me what's next

Swerving in the foreign at the parking doing donuts

Mac 11 red beam smoke them just like two blunts

Pull up to the scene give them fade they got a haircut

Your girl wilding out swear that she a queen she on sumn so I

Pop a bottle disappear Houdini

Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy

Me and 22 counting hundreds we too greedy

Said she want a superstar we next up take it easy yeah

Pop a bottle disappear Houdini

Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy

Me and 22 counting hundreds ain't no fifties

Said she want a superstar we party like the eighties

Said she want a superstar I'm 'bout to pull up

I grab that bitch and throw it down I'm bout to make her my slut

I'm counting hundreds no fifties

Your bitch gon show me her titties

I'm going cities to cities

And I'm like damn

Why the AR gotta go and jam

When I send a couple shots you know I'm aiming at your mans

I be getting hella plays that's why I know your bitch a fan

She gon hit me she like baby how you doing on the gram aye

I'm doing great

Really cannot complain

Invite her over to the crib and now she giving me brain

I'm bout to talk a little shit

Because these other rappers so lame

Because they were bumping my music now they yelling my name

I'm counting racks everyday

Bitch I just get to the fame

'Bout to be a superstar cuz that's the future that I claim

And if you run up on me you gon end up dead this ain't a game

Because no one gets between me and my bread

Aye aye

Pop a bottle disappear Houdini

Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy

Me and 22 counting hundreds we too greedy

Said she want a superstar we next up take it easy yeah

Pop a bottle disappear Houdini

Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy

Me and 22 counting hundreds ain't no fifties

Said she want a superstar we party like the eighties