Bitch Imma Star

(No)
Okay, my booty in the eye of the beholder
He a dog, so I told him to roll over
Got these niggas on my hip like a holster
He wanna take a sip of my holy water
I don't wanna save him, don't even wanna play him
He not even worth all the energy I gave him
I-i call the streets like, "Please, can you take him?"
I told him to leave like I'm about to rake him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Ayy, bitch, I'ma star
Yeah, yeah, uh
All my haters sub-par
Yeah, yeah, uh
I'm so raw, tartare
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, bitch, I'ma star
I don't even know how I got like this
Wrist so froze, got arthritis
Pockets on swole, hippopotamus
If you don't speak cash, I don't comprehend
Yeah, I been eatin' greens, am I thick yet?
Uh, you could ask my ops, I'm a big threat
I'm smoking GPT, yeah, that's high-tech
And my pussy go, that's a big cat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Ayy, bitch, I'ma star
Yeah, yeah, uh
All my haters sub-par
Yeah, yeah, uh
I'm so raw, tartare
Yeah, yeah, uh
God, this shit hard
I-i call the streets like, "Please, can you take him?"
I-i call the streets like, "Please, can you take him?"
I-i call the streets like, "Can you take him?"
I-i call the streets like, "Please, can you, please, can you?"
No, I'm a star, please, I'm a star
Signin' a boss up on your titties, gon' see us on your TV
Streaming, you gon' see these black girls winning
Be-be-besties in your city, energy on triple DD
If you ain't fuckin' with me, you can kiss my pee-pee