Little Star

(album: Drip God - 2018)

Little bitch, if you knew better, why the fuck your ass didn't do better?
But these hoes need to come with Carfax or a David Pen newsletter
Young nigga can't lose cheddar, 3,500 on a new sweater
Riding around with the blue metal, 'cause the streets hot like two kettles

Tried to turn a bitch to a star but she was too busy tryna be the moon
All this ice on me in the summer, boy, I'll fuck around and catch a flu in June
Know the dirty ass niggas hating so I gotta ride around with the broom
Softer niggas get intimidated when a real nigga flavor hit the room
Tried to turn a bitch to a star but she was too busy tryna be the moon
Coulda made the bitch a butterfly but she ain't wanna break out the damn cocoon
All this fire on me in the winter, singing Merry Christmas, feel like it's June
Faggot bitches get intimidated when a real nigga flavor hit the room

I'm a sauce minister, water flooding up my wrist like a reservoir
War, we are ready for, what you think these choppers and these machetes for?
Pint of that medical, pour it out in one liter like, oh my God
You barely holding on, I'm just getting started, nigga this is a pour-a-thon
I'ma keep pouring it on, homies with high tech, this ain't roboton
I'm smoking on Bacan, this that real cookie nigga, not that bubble gum
Smoke's all in our lungs, she left her old folks and brought me honey buns
I let his number wrong, I told him thank you P, boy, I owe you one
Too bad the bitch fagged out, bitch fooled me good till she maxed out
Squared up on her own house, hate it when I sleep when hoes are on the couch
Matrimony ain't what I'm 'bout, I need plenty bitches on the paper route
Plus you taking days, everyday you out
Staying with your trick squared by that sound

Tried to turn a bitch to a star but she was too busy tryna be the moon
All this ice on me in the summer, boy, I'll fuck around and catch a flu in June
Know the dirty ass niggas hating so I gotta ride around with the broom
Softer niggas get intimidated when a real nigga flavor hit the room
Tried to turn a bitch to a star but she was too busy tryna be the moon
Coulda made the bitch a butterfly but she ain't wanna break out the damn cocoon
All this fire on me in the winter, singing Merry Christmas, feel like it's June
Faggot bitches get intimidated when a real nigga flavor hit the room