Stars Lyrics

Real shit tho, can't lack so I stay with my pistol

Niggas switch up, I ain't tryna get close

Moving lame y'all boys ain't official

Matter-fact y'all really artificial

No refs tech blowing like a whistle

Ten toes on what I stand ain't gotta tip toe

Hot summers niggas still hadda move snow

You don't get it, Not at all

Down on em digits, Was jus tryna ball

Bad little bitch I met her at the mall

Need me whenever I'll pull up just call

Thought they was with me turned out they was fraud

She held me down when I ain't have a car

Was walking now I'm going far

Know imma shine bright so I tatted some stars

Flooded my charms

Pop out these bitches gone swarm

Weren't looking my way before

Ran up the score

Now I'm the one they adore

Designer I couldn't afford

Bands in my pockets when I hit the store

Don't start no problems send you to the morgue

Count up the guala when I'm feeling bored

When I didn't have it they used to ignore

Feel like I don't need nobody

Went through some hard times did it all on my lonely

Moving lowkey cuz these niggas be police

Tryna watch all of my movies like a Rollie

Never did nun for the fame or the glory

Just wanna make it out end of the story

Fly as fuck off of moving these birdies

Gun in reach for the ones who wan murk me

And it's gone be a homicide

If a nigga wanna try

So much I had sacrificed

Jus trying to live my life

Man of the house I went and put food on the table

Gotta make up for times when my momma wasn't able

All of this envy I gotta move militant

Feel like Cena can't see me in this tinted whip

Direct with the plug ain't no middleman

Hate to see you win you know that it's killing em

Put my life on the line for them dividends

And I started with one but I tripled it

They gone talk down but it all be lip

Imma take off to the top like a rocket ship

Real shit tho, can't lack so I stay with my pistol

Niggas switch up, I ain't tryna get close

Moving lame y'all boys ain't official

Matter-fact y'all really artificial

No refs tech blowing like a whistle

Ten toes on what I stand ain't gotta tip toe

Hot summers niggas still hadda move snow

You don't get it, Not at all

Down on em digits, Was jus tryna ball

Bad little bitch I met her at the mall

Need me whenever I'll pull up just call

Thought they was with me turned out they was fraud

She held me down when I ain't have a car

Was walking now I'm going far

Know imma shine bright so I tatted some stars