Stars (feat. B.Goode)

Go like um Sing your little song Do your little dance Pour up the drink, F*ck up your hands Sing your little song Do your little dance Pour up your drink and pop up your hands With that boom shit, Bullshit coming out that old shit And I'm rapping on this motherfucking old shit They ain't see me like it's nothing they ain't notice Looking at my face and you tell me I'm the boldest Looking in my face bitch you tell me I'm the coldest This that hot shit, you ain't notice Look at me and B.Goode man we chiming like some stars Look at all these places and they going up with cars With the audibles, the counter bars, you count em' on the car Count em' on the, count em' on the , count em' on the car Looking in my face and you see me as a star Looking, looking in my face bitch you see me as a star With that, old swag, old bag About to be like O.D.B., Take em' all back Intoxicated EP Roll around You ain't know me Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, ha Looking at my face bitch you tell me I'm the stars I been cruising at the beach and I take it all far Go Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, ha Looking at my face and you tell me I ain't stars? You ain't see me knowing nothing but you been up on my faults bitch Bitch Bitch Hey aye, bitch Aye, aye, aye bitch Ha ha, yo, yo Oh shit, That shit's fire bro Oh damn wait, I'm supposed to rap? This, this my part? Oh shit, I didn't, uh okay Aye, Another day another dollar Chillin' on the street in the heat making guala Hunting for the cheese till we free cause we gotta And you know we'll never stop cause we building the armada Listen to the saga We them future stars We been putting in the work you can tell by all the scars Now it's time to rally check the tally we've came far Yeah you know they hardly working, while we steady working hard Working hard lately we making marks Better than those others that ain't even play or start They be talking shit cause we get paid to party Maybe they be better if they chilled and smoked some Marley Well God fucking damn bro Amazing verse, I love that shit I love it, but did you even know? Aye, we chilling like some stars Chilling like some stars and we going up the cars With the audible, the audible, the audible the car Count it up the caliber, the caliber the car With that old swag, old bag, O.D.B wrote bag You ain't even go haha, ha, haha, ha ha Backing on the stars Backing with the stars T.y, B.Goode we some stars Reasy been a star