Superstar

(2.42)

Went from benchwarmer to a star

Playing heavy metal with these fullys, we don't do guitars

I don't give a fuck 'bout who you are

Buffs on, fifty on me, feeling like a superstar

In my bag, reach in it, you gon' lose an arm

Widebody, push the pedal, you gon' hear me zoom the car

Team player, but I'm always scoring like a shooting guard

I don't talk, I just let my soul bleed through the bars

Full-time rapper, been a minute since I tripped with cards

Two puffs, shit, I'm finna take a trip to Mars

Turned the flash on, running off, he ain't getting far

Must be money on the way, palms itching hard

Ten toes, bitch, I'm stepping 'til my last step

Features five K, used to have to go and jack cash

If she ain't throwing neck, then I'm bouncing like a bad check

Unky said my white buffs remind him of his glass recs

Fucked up, walking through the rain, yeah, I still feel it

So now every time I'm in the coupe, you hear the wheels squealing

They lying if they said I didn't always keep it real with 'em

Flicked that one fucker on the fully, I might killswitch 'em

Thirty on my hip, that ain't my jean size

Justin Verlander in the 'Wood, this a three-five

Talking 'bout the deep end and you ain't even knee-high

Talking 'bout a dub, you ain't never even seen five

Regardless, I'ma need mines

Life's short, sometimes wish that I could freeze time

Cut her off, told her that I need some me time

I'ma fuck the shit out this bitch if she keep eyeing

High as hell, bitch, I'm fly as hell

Backwoods in rotation, never would I light a tail

Reach for this chain, I might fuck around and die in jail

I'm the GOAT, if you hating on me, time'll tell

It's twenty K in that envelope, bitch, find my mail

Brodie off the turtle juice, he moving 'round like a snail

We gon' turn your ass the fuck down, acting hype as hell

Grinding in my Nike SBs, let me find a rail

My white boys got a joint stuffed

Pink in my cup, feel like Brooks, bitch, I'm oinked up

SB, we up a whole lot, get your points up

Hating in the comments, I don't know you, what's your point, bruh?

Broke as hell, you really finished hating

You ain't the plug, I could catch you in the middle waiting

Left the bitch at Sprint 'cause I spent like fifty minutes waiting

Shooter slimy if he get into a sticky situation

Gang too crazy like it's full of sixty mental patients

Glocky off the chain, it get really risky tryna take it

Had to cut her off, bitch was only with me 'cause I'm famous

Skillet on the K, really got a sixty biscuit hanging

Huh, fuck around and get your face burnt

I hope you know you gotta put the pape' first

Could've drove the long sleeve, but I came 'vert

How this lil' bitch got all this ass, but she can't twerk?

Cut into her, how that brain work?

Diamond tester out, how much that chain worth?

Only with the family, but I ain't Durk

Dior bust my fuckin head, eight on the plain shirt