Star

Catch you late night creeping

We gone get you gone

Riding round with them demons

Blicks up in the hawk

Took all the doorbells

Ain't no ringing shit

Tryna get you knocked

This bitch just gotta be astronaut

She fucking with a star

We the ones who having all that motion

On the boulevard

The trap got my phone fucking ringing

But I'm tryna spoof a plat

Just came back from the Virgin Islands

I was just chilling but I stopped

Was riding round with shottas

With them choppas

Chilling on the block

This bitch she couldn't wait for dick

She let me fuck right in the car

Fresh ass **** I am not from earth

I think I'm from mars

I love that smoke

We love that smoke

I might just call up my boys

It's in the air

It's on the floor

We roll it up get to blowing

Up all late night feening

Tryna send you home

Just popped out of the stu with demons

We just made a lil song

These bitches always wanna take it off

Like how I put it on

I'm cutting up a **** trim as fuck

Look like I robbed the store

Pop out

Shit let's go

Swing that stick then blow

Bet I up that score

Then we skating off

Me and couple killers

Killed some ****

Then we Ray Charles

Stay up out this shit it's beneficial

Before we face y'all

All my bitches astronauts

Fucking with a star

Got so much demons

In the track

Funna fucking hawk

Boy I swear to god

Swing right here

Spark that fucking car

Bullets extra large

Dumb ass ****

We'll stop your heart

Done turned myself into the plug

Youngest in charge

Just came from chilling on a island

But I fucking stopped

Sending shit like Brett Favre

Got hella bullets

Ain't gotta go too far

Fresh ass **** from mars

I'm not from earth

I think they dropped me off

Catch you late night creeping

We gone get you gone

Riding round with them demons

Blicks up in the hawk

Took all the doorbells

Ain't no ringing shit

Tryna get you knocked

This bitch just gotta be astronaut

She fucking with a star

We the ones who having all that motion

On the boulevard

The trap got my phone fucking ringing

But I'm tryna spoof a plat

Just came back from the Virgin Islands

I was just chilling but I stopped

Was riding round with shottas

With them choppas

Chilling on the block

This bitch she couldn't wait for dick

She let me fuck right in the car

Fresh ass **** I am not from earth

I think I'm from mars

I love that smoke

We love that smoke

I might just call up my boys

It's in the air

It's on the floor

We roll it up get to blowing