Stars

[Intro]
(Ayy, Roy)

[Chorus]
Ain't no space for you in my heart
Call lil' shawty, wan' fuck in the car
I feel lonely when I'm in the dark
I'm a fly nigga, Tony Stark
I'ma just look in the stars
All my niggas, they stars
She know who we are
Hit this blunt, nigga, I'm on Mars
I swear, I'm so faded, yeah, yeah
Boy, you a lame, you outdated, yeah, yeah
If you got something, we take it, yeah, yeah
I swear, I'm so underrated, yeah, yeah
They gon' wake soon though
Got a bad lil' baby at the door
Oh yeah, she a bad lil' baby, she know
My life is a hill, I ain't talkin' Chino

[Verse 1]
Ring around the Rosie
Don't talk down, you don't know me
You don't know me, you is not my homie
Fake ass boy, you a phoney baloney
She see blue hundred, she think that I'm crippin'
Lemonade, that's what I'm sippin'
I'm a real nigga, just listen
I know you fine, baby, but I will not pay tuition

[Bridge]
It's crazy how niggas change, I should've known
But when you shining one day, they call your phone (Brr, brr)
Hello, hello? stop calling my phone
Hello, who is this? Please stop calling my phone

[Verse 2]
She give me the top and give me the dome
I seen her future like Raymond Symoné
Michael Jackson, beat it, lil' nigga, chamone
Said you wanna fly lil' baby, come home
I swear I be depressed sometimes
I'ma get to the top, I'ma take what's mine
Say you get bread, boy, stop that lying
I'm winning to much, shit, feel like a crime
Winning too much, you ain't catching up with me
R.I.P to Juice, I'm feeling so empty
I'm on the edge, man, I'm on the tippie
She got my ​phone and said she want a hickey

[Outro]
Winning too much, you ain't catching up with me
R.I.P to Juice, I'm feeling so empty
I'm on the edge, man, I'm on the tippie
She got my ​phone and said she want a hickey