Ayy, I could touch the stars, I'm on Mars
Bitch, you hear my car, it say "Rawr" (Skrr)
These niggas playin' games like blackjack
Told lil' boy he got rack, racks
Bloodhounds in the Hellcat
Ridin' round, where the hell he at?
Keep a F&N side by side, but I weren't 'posed to tell you that
Gon' let them bullets fly just like a pelican
Somebody pray for me 'cause it ain't even funny
We some young street niggas with a lot of money
Yeah, already said it, already said it
Already said it, already said it
I got them demons on me, they heavy
Grow me some wings, I'm flyin' to Heaven
Already said it, ayy
Balmain, no embellish, huh
Last night, hit my best friend
Nigga dug all in her belly, huh, yeah
Already said it, yeah
Free Melly, nigga
All these percocets on me
Niggas thinkin' I sell that shit (Huh)
Niggas thinkin' I sell this shit
Baby mama my gutta bitch
Ridin' 'round with a hunnit sticks
30 shots in my dirty dick
.30 clip and that's on my hip
Niggas talkin' like they legit
Blend a nigga, I get him spent
Cut him down bad, now he dip
Laid him out just like the chips
Who the fuck y'all think we is?
Send him out straight off the flip
Free Trap, he bangin' Crip
It's up in stars, fight in the club
I let it erupt, buh-buh-bu-buh
I'm so hush, ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Fuck a nigga old lady, make you my son
Ayy, I could touch the stars, I'm on Mars
Bitch, you hear my car, it say "Rawr" (Skrr)
These niggas playin' games like blackjack
Told lil' boy he got rack, racks
Bloodhounds in the Hellcat
Ridin' round, where the hell he at?
Keep a F&N side by side, but I weren't 'posed to tell you that
Gon' let them bullets fly just like a pelican
Somebody pray for me 'cause it ain't even funny
We some young street niggas with a lot of money
Shoutout Savani, I can see your fuckin' baby
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