$tars

Stars on my feet spent a thou' on these kicks No bricks allowed, we don't really f*ck with keys Blues all we see, we must have deficiencies Sunny outside but the fit wet as a bitch Micah throwin' 'bows he don't really f*ck with guns Me on the other hand I love switches and poles Love when a bitch lie, she gon' love when I cheat It's shitty outside it's time to crack some BINs Not off-beat if I'm on tempo, the booth be my crib, the only place I feel at home Bape, put it on and Stas on the feet, pocket full of shit and pocket full of bands Smell the 'roma in the stu' I'm turnin' frenzy Fruit Ninja how I'm slayin' beats it feels amazing Icey on the beat turnin' samples into art Pull up on a bitch get the neck and I'm out If you in then I'm out If you in then I'm out Shoot, no miss, get killed you a bot Hittin' every shot Trae Young on the beat Hittin' every bouje bitch until I make her scream Legs in the air her eyes turnin' white White in my pocket I walk around with fraud No Tech on but the scammin' season goin' Used to be together, too bad that you switched Wanna be my homie too bad boy you snitched Wakin' in the mornin' like let's do a glitch Wakin' in the mornin' like why am I hard? Must have been a dream boy I must get to the bag Shit talker asshole fasho' I'm one of those I don't give a f*ck y'all mouths still on my balls Jus' like a Llama I'm spittin' on these hoes Real bag getter I'm the muthafuckin' fucking pro