Shootin Star
(专辑: Faded In The Booth - 2019)
Mhmm, mhmm, yeah If you ain't doing what I'm doing, you can't be doing what I'm doing If you ain't fly like me then you not fly like me You ain't street like me then you just not street enough (Yeah) (20Rocket on this bit' so it gon' knock) (Yeah) Nigga, just give that shit up, dawg (Yeah) Diamonds 'round my neck bling bling Too much money, cash, ho I'm having this shit, you're not having this shit No way, you ain't having no cash, bro (Damn) Got 30 thousand in G-Star jeans And I
got that .40 on me (.40) Turn your ass to a
shooting star We pulling drive-bys out the
car (Rrr) Damn, I
came so, so far Hanging from the
monkey bars (Yeah) Damn, I
was a
project boy Five know I'm popping, boy (Poppin') Too much money, I'ma rob that nigga (Okay) Just like the
dice, I'ma shake that nigga (Yeah) I'm a
young money taker, nigga (Racks) No investment, nobody made me, nigga (Nobody made me, nigga) Big homie, yeah, I
made you, nigga Your bitch like, "Fuck me, pay me, nigga" (Fuck these bitches) Damn, I
know you hate me, nigga (Damn) Sleeping with your old lady, nigga, yeah (Yeah) I'm a
rich ol' nigga, get up, nigga, yeah (Yeah) Stuck on custard, mhmm, stuck on mustard Sucka, you need to catch up, ayy, get your check up (Huh?) You know I
flex up, fuck next up, I
been up Got big bucks, whip it out and she big suck Know I
big fuck Make that big booty back that shit up Damn, she won't give up I'ma hit her, she a
hitter She fucking with a
real killer (Yeah) A
real nigga (A real nigga), I'm getting richer and richer (Richer) The
richer I
get a
(Yeah) The
more y'all turn to bitch-ass niggas And salt kills snails, it don't kill players (It don't kill us) Peace up, A-Town down, yeah that's in my town (Yeah that's in my town) Riding 'round the
city in the
C, that's my stomping grounds (That's my stomping grounds) East Atlanta vet, everybody, they salute me now (They salute me now) Pussy niggas scared to try and shoot me now (Yeah) Diamonds 'round my neck bling bling Too much money, cash, ho I'm having this shit, you're not having this shit No way, you ain't having no cash, bro (Damn) Got 30 thousand in G-Star jeans And I
got that .40 on me (.40) Turn your ass to a
shooting star We pulling drive-bys out the
car (Rrr) Damn, I
came so, so far Hanging from the
monkey bars (Yeah) Damn, I
was a
project boy Five know I'm popping, boy (Poppin') Too much money, I'ma rob that nigga (Okay) Just like the
dice, I'ma shake that nigga (Yeah) I'm a
young money taker, nigga (Racks) No investment, nobody made me, nigga (Nobody made me, nigga) Yeah, your ho is a
groupie, her brain stupid (Stupid) Playing with her heart like I'm Cupid, that's what I'm doing Throwing up 4L, man she love me and the
whole movement (Gang) I
do a
show, man you know I
got this bitch moving Slime Nudy, oh, they wanna fuck on Young Nudy (Yeah) I
remember that nigga wasn't shit (Wasn't shit) Creeping out the
house late night with a
bitch (With a
bitch) Fucking all these thots, now all these hoes saying he the
shit (He the
shit) Damn, I
just shit on 'em, wait 'tii I
piss on 'em (Piss it) Nigga don't wanna, don't wanna, you don't want no drama (You don't want no drama) Bitch nigga acting just like Juwanna (What?), I
fucked his baby mama (I did) Hotboxing a
Honda (Damn), life was good when I
was younger Man, the
spot carry thunder, get locked up, lie you, honor (I swear) It's a
code to the
street that a
nigga under And I'm tryna make a
killing off the
beat, I'm tryna make a
hit Rap lifestyle changed my life, I
ain't been the
same since Man, Im still with the
shit, I
tote that stick Drank got me moving slow-motion I've been (Yeah) geeked up, I'm smoking (Yeah, yeah) I
got your bitch in the
room stroking (Yeah, what?) I'm in her throat, I
just dropped a
load in Okay, okay, okay, tell 'em Slime, tell 'em, Slime Yeah, bitch Diamonds 'round my neck bling bling Too much money, cash, ho I'm having this shit, you're not having this shit No way, you ain't having no cash, bro (Damn) Got 30 thousand in G-Star jeans And I
got that .40 on me (.40) Turn your ass to a
shooting star We pulling drive-bys out the
car (Rrr) Damn, I
came so, so far Hanging from the
monkey bars (Yeah) Damn, I
was a
project boy Five know I'm popping, boy (Poppin') Too much money, I'ma rob that nigga (Okay) Just like the
dice, I'ma shake that nigga (Yeah) I'm a
young money taker, nigga (Racks) No investment, nobody made me, nigga (Nobody made me, nigga)