Superstar

Na-na-nah, na-na-nah
Na-na-nah, na-na-nah
Na-na-nah, na-na-nah
(Oh, yeah, Berki, this the one right here), na-na-nah, na-na-nah

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, the' bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he'on't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar
We condonin' 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 thе back where the shootеrs are
Stupid bars, movin' targets, that's what them losers are
He want smoke then he could spark it, we got a few cigars
They think that I ain't gon' 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 Remmie like drillin' - 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, the' bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he'on't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar
We condonin' 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 can ask 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 showing?
Heard they done caught him up in 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, the' bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he'on't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar
We condonin' violence, we don't care what the rumors are

(Uh-uh, uh, that boy is hot, uh)
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(Uh, that boy is hot, uh, that boy is hot-hot, that boy is hot-hot, uh-uh)