Superstar

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That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be super soft
I hopped in a drop top, pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop, might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block, we was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off, these bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence, we don't care what the rumors are
And all my niggas holding racks like where scooters are
And you could find me in the back where the shooters are
Stupid bars, moving targets, that's what them losers are
He want smoke then he could spark it, we got a few cigars
They think I ain't gonna start shit 'cause I'm an artist
If he pull up, let that car drift, then we gon' park it
Rich and white chillin', we was trappin' in apartments
And Remy like drilling, off the X he go retarded

That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be super soft
I hopped in a drop top, pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop, might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block, we was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off, these bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence, we don't care what the rumors are

Uh, he got that flame and throw it, came from that rain and stormin'
Painful, that anger showin', thankful his bank enormous
You guys like any nigga know me, I ain't fake my stories
I get money, got like forty on me, come and take it from me, it get gory
And ask 'em way before this happened, was they love showin'?
Heard they done caught him up in the traffic, left his blood soakin'
Get a rush from it, tuck my hammer 'cause I love totin'
Everyone know it, before rappin' was my gun smokin'
That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be super soft
I hopped in a drop top, pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop, might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block, we was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off, these bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence, we don't care what the rumors are

Uh-uh, uh, that boy is hot, uh
That boy is hot, uh, that boy is hot, uh, that boy is hot, uh
That boy is hot, uh, that boy is hot-hot, that boy is hot-hot, ooh

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