Starla Lyrics

No new Chris', this is Allah

I got a bad bitch she looking like Starla

Gave her my t-shirt last night now she up in my kitchen whipping shit up like Benihana

All on my dick, they want a problem

I don't want nic, I wanna roll

I don't got a stick, I'm never gon' blow

I ain't from the six, but I'll still do the most

I ain't from the six like I'm drizzy

I come from the 'Boro where shit still get busy

I come from the bottom where we wish for Millies

And people eat Ramen and make chicken dillies

Me and my gang been smoking fake Runtz till we dizzy

Don't even know who I can call my twizzy

I'm 'bout to go run up my money "forreally"

Chasing the bag, it's gon' leave my heart chilly

I been dunking on a bitch like Morant, oh

Me and my girl so unchained we like D'jango

She wanna sit on my lap while I count the pesos

Now I'm gonna hit it from the back with all my chains on

I've been getting too damn paid on my own

Yeah I'm a dirty dog, but I'm still catching dome

I'm only 16, but I'm still fucking hoes

But that's a fucking Lie, I'm just a loyal bro

Yeah I'm just a loyal bro

No new Chris', this is Allah

I got a bad bitch she looking like Starla

Gave her my t-shirt last night now she up in my kitchen whipping shit up like Benihana

All on my dick, they want a problem

I don't want nic, I wanna roll

I don't got a stick, I'm never gon' blow

I ain't from the six, but I'll still do the most

I ain't from the six like I'm drizzy

I come from the 'Boro where shit still get busy

I come from the bottom where we wish for Millies

And people eat Ramen and make chicken dillies

Me and my gang been smoking fake Runtz till we dizzy

Don't even know who I can call my twizzy

I'm 'bout to go run up my money "forreally"

Chasing the bag, it's gon' leave my heart chilly