$tars Lyrics

Stars on my feet spent a thou' on these kicks

No bricks allowed, we don't really fuck with keys

Blues all we see, we must have deficiencies

Sunny outside but the fit wet as a bitch

Micah throwin' 'bows he don't really fuck with guns

Me on the other hand I love switches and poles

Love when a bitch lie, she gon' love when I cheat

It's shitty outside it's time to crack some BINs

Not off-beat if I'm on tempo, the booth be my crib, the only place I feel at home

Bape, put it on and Stas on the feet, pocket full of shit and pocket full of bands

Smell the 'roma in the stu' I'm turnin' frenzy

Fruit Ninja how I'm slayin' beats it feels amazing

Icey on the beat turnin' samples into art

Pull up on a bitch get the neck and I'm out

If you in then I'm out

If you in then I'm out

Shoot, no miss, get killed you a bot

Hittin' every shot Trae Young on the beat

Hittin' every bouje bitch until I make her scream

Legs in the air her eyes turnin' white

White in my pocket I walk around with fraud

No Tech on but the scammin' season goin'

Used to be together, too bad that you switched

Wanna be my homie too bad boy you snitched

Wakin' in the mornin' like let's do a glitch

Wakin' in the mornin' like why am I hard?

Must have been a dream boy I must get to the bag

Shit talker asshole fasho' I'm one of those

I don't give a fuck y'all mouths still on my balls

Jus' like a Llama I'm spittin' on these hoes

Real bag getter I'm the muthafuckin' fucking pro