Stars

[Intro: Sadtrojan]
(Bah, phew, yuh)
(Aye, phew, pew-pew, bah)
(Phew, aye, bitch, woah)
(Yuh, aye, hold up, bitch)

[Chorus: Sadtrojan]
I got stars on the roof in my car (Aye)
And they said that we won’t make it far (Bah!)
Little rappers, I’m setting the bar (Phew, phew)
And my ice, it be cold, and they shine like a star (Aye, hold up, bitch!)
And we pull up with smoke no cigar (Aye)
And I’m pulling strings like a guitar (Yuh)
I like paper, I don’t need a card (Aye)
When I’m cashing it out it don’t fit in my yard, aye (Yuh, whoa, aye, bitch!)

[Verse 1: Sadtrojan]
Like ladies and gentlemen, swear that we got 'em (Aye, bitch!)
Gon' head to the top, I won’t fall to the bottom (Aye)
He run up on me, he gone fall like it’s autumn (Aye, yuh, aye)
Get red like you Stalin, yeah, piss should’ve taught 'em (Phew, bah, hold up, bitch)
I’m Simon
'Cause she do what I say for the diamonds (Woah)
Need a ladder, my racks I be climbing (Aye)
All these haters on me, yeah, they riding my dick
I got drip like Poseidon
Got a new girl so I dropped all my bitches
Your girl on my Gram and she liked all my pictures (Hold up, bitch!)
New Patek Philippe on my wrist, I got riches
I run up on him so I run it like fitness
Like tell Santa I want a Rollie for Christmas (Bah!)
Got a lil' thot on my wishlist (Aye)
And I got her right on my hit list (Phew)
But I might just hit it and dismiss

[Verse 2: WAFFLEJAX]
Yuh, sippin' a Sprite with a cherry, too classy
She tie a knot with the stem, bitch you nasty (Ooh)
I can’t complain, you a ten with a fatty
Toes and her dress lookin' good, lookin' fancy like Squillium (Ugh)
Yuh, rock and I roll
Grind like a skater to go round the globe (Bah!)
Smell like the ganja cause I’m hella dope (Ugh)
Strokin' my chin hair, bitch I’m the goat (Yuh)
Two, maybe four, double pair, I need more
Snow bunnies, Spanish mamis, lightskin honeys at my door (Ooh)
When I’m down in ATL, love to shop in Avalon (Yuh)
Take whatever, what you like, grab this package, Amazon, ha!

[Chorus: Sadtrojan]
I got stars on the roof in my car (Aye)
And they said that we won’t make it far (Bah!)
Little rappers, I’m setting the bar (Phew, phew)
And my ice, it be cold, and they shine like a star (Aye, hold up, bitch!)
And we pull up with smoke no cigar (Aye)
And I’m pulling strings like a guitar (Yuh)
I like paper, I don’t need a card (Aye)
When I’m cashing it out it don’t fit in my yard, aye (Yuh, whoa, aye)