Shooting Star

[Intro]
(Ayo, Donavon, heat that up)

[Verse]
Say, keep your mouth closed or get wrote on, I can't help it the way that we roll
Taught never drop a dime, never question God or don't fold under pressure or ho
I feel my best and the rest in these 'bows, 'cause I do a good job getting them sold
If I was failing my steppers, don't step, then I'm in the back seat with my ski and that pole
Striker do damage coming down your block
Lil' bro'll tell y'all I start, I don't stop
You ever hear the fully on the Glock?
You ever speeded at all of y'all opps?
L, no V, then I'm lovin' a bop, ho
Thinking she not and the lil' ho a thot
How much money you got? Some knots
Moving narcotics, don't think I can stop
Everybody play, end up getting popped
You ain't never stayed up all day on your block
QP, a scale, Backwoods, and the Glock
Plays on an opp' tryna put 'em in the box
Servin' on rotate, I'm rocking Dolce
Block in the city while working the clock
Ain't no recoil, I spit fire out the chop'
I'll hop out the car, I'm a real shootin' star, ayy