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Superstar
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Superstar was released on November 13, 2025 by B6 as a part of the album Super Grimy
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Release DateNovember 13, 2025
LabelB6
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B6
B6
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B6
B6
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
**** (Fuck)
****
Brr (Damn Drako, you made this?)
Brr, brr, brr
It's B6 to you, ho
[Verse 1]
Soon as I unzip my fucking bag, you know I'm supercharged
I seen a lot, you know exactly what I mean, a young **** super scarred
Know a lot of **** who ain't make it past fifteen, they thought they was super hard (Hard)
His face on the grill burnt like carpet, talkin' 'bout supercharge
My hair getting caught up in this necklace, I got stupid shards
I know that the dealer do not like me, I pull super cards (Cards)
This shit really go above and beyond, I'm talkin' 'bout super far
Can't believe she mad 'cause I ain't go home, bitch, I'm a superstar
I pull hella strings from the backstage, I feel like Aerosmith (Aerosmith)
Backdoor a old **** thinkin' he my uncle, Robert De Niro him
Don't know who the hell had gassed you up but I'm finna Valero him (Valero him)
If I want this shit to work with Ashley, I gotta let go of Kim
Lot of **** talking just like tongue then they got stepped on, Timbs
Do not leave your Scat' inside the hood, that bitch will get left on rims
Blew off a song named "Ginos," I guess they slept on "Tems"
She ain't get her waxed, but she knows I like the hoes with trims
Dropped a thirty ball in the end game, I guess she ain't watch her film
How the fuck you tryna block the light because your shit so dim?
She just a want a set of Lulu' clothes, I made the ho get Skims
I hit both the hoes in the 'Bnb and they like "Damn, he him"
I just think you lost directive, I get oh-so deceptive
Said that she might get a necklace, she got oh-so possessive
See me at the show, do not reach, I'm like "Oh no, corrected"
So much dog shit up in my pocket but no German Shepard
Head back to the A, my westside ho want wings like lemon pepper
I'ma tailor, take her clothes off, her panties look like leopards
Then I'ma hit back to the east side, you know I'm a EA stepper
How the hell you broke and made a diss? Sign his ass to DJ records
Ain't no way she want some backstage passes, she gotta eat my pecker
She think that I'm cheating when I leave the room, I'm just on the phone, playin' vector
No, this bitch will not be my BM, so I told her, "Eat my nectar"
And you know I got that shit on cam', I feel like the damn director
You know I'ma always make it home, a young **** shoot like projectors
I could teach a school on how to pop shit and it's gon' be hella semesters
Since I started to blow and I just pop shit, I done seen hella investors
It's so many people counting favors, we call 'em, "Calm and collectors"
It's so many people tuning in, but most of them just be inspectors
I got in a chase like GTA and fucked around, started calling Lester
"What's your ETA?" Bitch, I'm on the way, I'm just tryna reach the objective
The way I'm so flamboyant with my charm, that shit really hella effective
Can't step in my shoes, that angle expensive and you tryna see the perspective
Your bro got of line and you came with him, so you know I'ma treat the collective
Might not be your time, if you dodge my bullet, I can't say the reaper defective
You like quantity over quality, so you chose the cheaper elective
Written by: B6
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