Rockstar Ritual

I got them bars like a Snicker And it's Christian Dior on my sneaker Young nigga hot like a fever I'm blowing loud they like turn down the speaker Jewelry on froze got it straight out the cooler Think you gone take it Nigga you stupid I'll get you touched I ain't gotta do it I'll send my youngin he'll knock out ya noodle I'm smoking A1 Ice This shit cost 300 a zip Yea it's potent its smoking Yea a young nigga blowing I'm blowing On the beat I'm just going and going Swear to God you know I'm flowing and flowing These niggas be hating and I'm already knowing Iced out wristwatch got the whole world glowing If you hating well lil nigga speak up In public he froze like a freeze up Bad yella bitch she got d-cups John Cena niggas can't even see us Niggas lost in the mustard they can't catch up 3.5 in the backwood I roll it it's stuffed And we got them choppas So knuck if you buck And that Glock like a virgin she ready to bust These niggas be thinking they tough We really ran that shit up They say that I'm cocky I don't give a f*ck I was down just a notch now I'm turning it up Stand on my pivot I'm standing 10 toes I feel like a pimp I got to many hoes Nigga play like a baby I'm wiping his nose And they thinking I'm cheating but I got the code In the field like it's soccer If I catch a opp Then you know imma score like a goal I got 21 shots on this Glock 48 Nigga play put this bitch to his nose Manu Ginobli my clip cause this bitch hold 20 Plus one in the head D Rose Bugs bunny carats these VVs got clarity My watch and my necklace froze I know them niggas who trap in the trenches They still whip it up on the stove They'll hop on yo block Hop out with them Glocks And you know that they gone let em go I'm out in Topanga I stopped at Neimans And blew me a bag on clothes Calabasas I'm upping my roll I'm showing out wherever I go I'm on so goat shit Imma gone head switch up the flow shit These niggas be hating on some more shit Yea I took his hoe no that ain't yo bitch Yea that's my hoe yea that's my bitch Big Glock on me bet not try shit I got shooters shooting like Stojaković Like a pilot I'm fly like a cockpit Oh yea yea We ain't scared scared Whole lotta presidents dead dead And niggas be fed fed If I catch 'em slipping they dead dead Glock on me imma pull it out Ian bout to fight like Craig Anything I feel I say it And I swear this shit off the head Off the top Off the dome I told baby gimme dome After that take her home And we boned all I know I meant say all night long We boned all night long