Rap Star

Baby I’ma Rap star Yes this fast car. Hunnits on the dash board. They are not a fraction , Not even a factor. Get it flip it then I tax for it. She call me proffesor Gimme brain when I ask for it.  Pull up like the task force. She say we should match more. I ain’t just anint seein it. Unless she gimme ass more I know I’m an asss hole I ain’t really ask tho. Puffin puff Puffin it but yo could you pass tho ? Living life fast I’m Living it like my last tho. I can’t get attached hoe If we smokin you the first one ima pass too Unless im with the homies I cant break the code girl you know me Im rollin u that OG Ring around the Rosie Pocket fulll of poise Smokin out the oz I keep my woods toasty I keep my hoes low-key cuz She dont need to know chief These hoes go so loco She claim me in her photos On this road im feeling like im todo Dont be such a dodo You won't catch me solo dolo She claiming she my bitch she gone have to tat my logo . Chorus repeats