In The Roof (Stars)

Bitch, I'm running 'round with my tool They say he be talkin down, I'm like who Yeah I just want them stars in the roof Ran up all them bands in the coupe Yeah, run up the motherfucking blues Mixing up all of these drugs don't know what to choose Pop at ya mans, I'm keeping my cool I just went up, I got in the bag I just went up, I know that you mad You not my gang So why did you ask Your pockets they looking real skinny, mine looking fat All these thoughts up in my head like am i making it out I got crossed by my mans got me wondering now Silencer up on that bitch it won't make a sound Yeah my gang they walking with them blicks, they hold hunnid round Bitch you know I got pape Yeah I got it on lock Swerving that bitch in a chase Yeah we run from the ops Yeah we spin on your block Shit can get hot You want smoke with us, you can get popped Bitch, I'm runnin 'round with my tool They say he be talkin down, I'm like who Yeah I just want them stars in the roof Ran up all them bands in the coupe Yeah, run up the motherfucking blues