Mutherfuckin' Star Lyrics

broke a*s motherf**ker
now mutherf**ker take a look at the kid
now take a look at the crib
no take a look at the car I'm a mutherf**king star
it's kinda hard for me to practice cause niggas aint up to par
and my paper stretch longer than abdul-jabar
get hit with a leaner and the grib of a lobster
with a pooched screen I gun a man with a chopper
you played me you musta had a frying pan full of vodka
I rode a bike now I land in a chopper
you should keep your head down if you got love for him
before you see his a*s flying off the roof like nutso in above the rim
the kid is out for the gusto and I love to win
driving the industry nutso I'ma rub it in
you page me a trial every kid is spoiled
smell that nigga I just shit it on you
I pa*s bullets so the gun goes with me
and the bullets are the size of Mutumbo's pinky
and they automatic which means they unload quickly
I hit these niggas with a drum role 50 they make another song
get a bitch pregnant, wrong I don't trust myself walk into the hotel with the rubber on
then I'm gone
Designers think Im funny style coz I ain't selling nobody else shit
I wear my own
the industry for me some mutherf**king rap homie gimme a cheque
a couple mil. and a jet
see heavy smoking is a thing I do
that's why me weed supply could fill up the pouch on a kangaroo
we in the club with the daggers and razors too
I'm cool as ice water my earings are laser blue
you should cop a new vest
cause if I got a tatoo for every nigga that past there wouldn't be room left
and I'll be damned if I spend my afternoon stressed
when my s*x partner is 5'9 with baloon bre*sts
ghost writing is a hobbie kid
so if a nigga shit sound like I wrote it I probably did
and you can tell you flopped on your last tour
cause your dressing room is the size of my bathroom
if I'm at the dealer I ain't browsing I'm buying
these rappers can't spend a 100,000$ they lying
damn near sold 100,000 you crying
tell you what here's a tech
shoot yourself in the neck...