Neighborhood Superstar

(Leor, light it up) She like baby blue like she from Carolina Ain't foldin' under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now" We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slime Ain't goin' for shit I do too much, you can ask my mama I be on everything (everything) She be like, "Baby, just chill", uh I be like, "Baby, shit real" I looked in your eyes, you looked at the floor So I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal? (Fuck goin' on) What's goin' on? Nigga, do we got a problem? Uppin' on every car that pull beside me Leavin' they project full of bodies I turn that beat to plenty homis Soon as he come out then we got 'em We gon' drop 'em, bitch I'm full of pills, I'm sorry mama Them niggas slang that fire and Molly, pop it I can't squash it, it's a must, you know I gotta I been with that shit, they know that Got Ms, been bleedin' before that 5k, nigga, check my coat tag Slip once, leave a bitch with a toe tag Drive fast, no plate on the Maybach Trap house where they stash them plates at Goyard, where I tuck my Drac' at Stick who? Nigga, know I don't play that Let's go Stay out the way with them cameras "I just seen Baby pull up in a Phantom Almost hit me, nigga hopped out with a thick bitch (yeah) Must be from Atlanta" Fuck that, they ain't see I hopped out with that blammer They ain't know I got in with the stick on me They don't know that this bitch right here bulletproof (let's go) I can't wait for a nigga to hit it (let's go) I really be cool as a bitch but get rude as a bitch If I get the wrong energy (yeah) They know I'll put a ho out if I love her or not To protect my lil' energy Maybe shit, Baby too real for the industry Or maybe they know they never can get to me Know that they know they never can finish me Let off my Glizzy, I'm feelin' a symphony, yeah I'm in a 'Burban and I got it on me Three hundred thousand, just me and my homie Lurkin', we loaded all the way until the mornin' Get a bad lil' bitch so I can bone her Nawf 38, posted on that corner Waitin' for opps and duckin' cops .30 on my hip and under papa house I got a hundred shots Niggas spin on his block, on Dump don't stop I can bet his car get chopped Let me hit from the back, say, "Top" Come out, turn around, then let her get on top Got millions, still invest in blocks We get 'em, never through the mail The spot be jumpin' like some shocks No Jigga, get it on for real Ain't done with that ass, they get done for real Let 'em talk that shit while on them pills Turn down as soon he feel this steel Nigga, know we do this shit, for real Tryna fight, by night his top get peeled In the car by one, by two, he killed By four I booked and flew the jet On the way LA while on a Lear She on me bad, so what it is? Grip her body, know I got it Take her home and beat her body I be diggin' all inside it Suicidal Kamikaze Pussy shit, I don't acknowledge Jump out, runnin' from them choppas Tried to hide and then they caught me, gang I leave a stain, all you hear is, "Bang, bang" Bitch, lay down, I run that gang They know I'm the murder man Don't come around, nigga you frowned Fuck around? It's gon' go down Equip that shit, it ain't a sound Left nine bodies in the town I left my bitch and got somethin' new Left her too, bitch I'm a hound Ready to bite me a nigga (I'm a dog) I really don't like that lil' nigga (Baby) Ooh, he a icy lil' nigga (Go) I'm in this bitch with that stick, popping shit I'ma pull that bitch out before I fight me a nigga (boom, boom) I'm on vacation, I can't get my hands on a banger I fuck around, knife me a nigga I fuck around, poke me a nigga I fuck around, choke me a nigga I fuck around, take me a lil' nigga ho (yeah) Put dick in her face, make her beatbox (go) Ain't seen a thing hotter since he popped Fuck that, four five, got it on de-cock On that bullshit you niggas think that you on (let's go) Fuck around and get spanked for a song (spank) Fuck around and get spinned for a diss (spinned) You gon' let that comment get you killed (yeah, bitch) Every day, tryna stay out the way Still adjusting to fame in this industry shit Send a sh and I pay for the shit I go in your shit, make you pay for that lip (keep goin') Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the car They like, "Boy, you can't pay for that zip" (keep goin') They like, "Nigga we ain't charging you shit" (keep goin') Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit (yeah) Got a cold-blooded killer in the car behind me With a body and a stock on the side of his stick (boom, boom) I was thinkin' 'bout a body, can't forget about the last two He add another homi' to the list On the daily, got two of them bitches This one a semi, this one a switch Doing my dance in here, thuggin', yeah He hatin' for free, the nigga's a bitch I'm in here with Nina Simone I made her top fast, gave her some tits Pullin' her hair 'til she stutter, yeah Fuckin' on her with no rubber, yeah She like baby blue like she from Carolina Ain't foldin' under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now" We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slime Ain't goin' for shit I do too much, you can ask my mama I be on everything She be like, "Baby, just chill", uh I be like, "Baby, shit real" I looked in your eyes, you looked at the floor So I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal? Yeah What's goin' on? Nigga, do we got a problem? Uppin' on every car that pull beside me