#starstruck

[Intro]
Hah RudeClub baby!
The Virtualworld!
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[Chorus]
I don’t trust a soul, I put that on my gang and 'em
We gone up the poles, we gone put that thing on 'em
They told me I’m switching up, I don’t know what to say to them
Lil bro claiming Virtualworld, but you know we ain’t claiming them
True religion jeans, hold the racks up
Geekin' off this yerb, I can’t stand up
When I walk into the club, shawty star-struck
When I step up in the club, I’m throwing four's up

[Verse 1]
Got too many racks on me, yeah I don’t count that
I pull out a money counter, then I count that
I was down bad for a week and then I bounced back
I just copped another beam, I’m finna slide that
Lil bro asking for a feat, then hit my Cashapp
That’s your girl, but she on me like how I swag that
I don’t evеn want the ho, Feedvro said 'Pass that'
I done spawned a lot of sons, I want my swag back

[Bridge]
I don’t еven want the ho, Feedvro said 'Pass that'
I done spawned a lot of sons, I want my swag back

[Chorus]
I don’t trust a soul, I put that on my gang and 'em
We gone up the poles, we gone put that thing on 'em
They told me I’m switching up, I don’t know what to say to them
Lil bro claiming Virtualworld, but you know we ain’t claiming them
True religion jeans, hold the racks up
Geekin' off this yerb, I can’t stand up
When I walk into the club, shawty star-struck
When I step up in the club, I’m throwing four's up

[Verse 2]
I got racks now, blow her back out
Make her tap out, make her tap out
I remember I was at the bottom, they’re in last now
They still making Hyperpop, they ain’t gone last now
They told me I'm switching up, but I just changed sounds
You told me you’re counting up, then pull your racks out
Shawty met me in real life and then she passed out
And he talking hella bold we’ll get him whacked out

[Chorus]
I don’t trust a soul, I put that on my gang and 'em
We gone up the poles, we gone put that thing on 'em
They told me I’m switching up, I don’t know what to say to them
Lil bro claiming Virtualworld, but you know we ain’t claiming them
True religion jeans, hold the racks up
Geekin' off this yerb, I can’t stand up
When I walk into the club, shawty star-struck
When I step up in the club, I’m throwing four's up