Stars in the Ceiling (feat. Quavo)

Ridin' round itchin'

Yea, my palms itchin'

Real grown, ain't fucking with no children

I'm not arguing with no bitches, I ain't in it

When I pull up

Bet I hurt they feelings

**** talking shit, now they missing

Running all these packs through the city

I can't tell my business 'cause you snitchin'

When I wake up, stars in my ceilings

Puttin rich ****' outta business

Told that fuck ****' mind their business

50K, Momma at the dentist

Criminal pack my **** got that sentence

Think I'm from New York, I got pigeons

Walkin' with that torch, I got decisions

Keys like Scott Storch, but I like to dish 'em

Runnin' the point like I'm Fisher, shoot with the missile

Don't come to the trap unannounced, pull up with the whistle

I'm fucking that bitch by the mouth, no you shouldn't kiss her

They pullin' up right at yo' house, you shouldn't diss 'em

It's sad to say these **** controlled by the system

I'm from a place where my wings gon' fly

I got the bags, which one you wanna buy?

I put 'em in yo' trunk, yeah

I put you on the road, yeah

When you got them pies, just please drive slow

When you got them pies, you can't let nobody know

When you get them pies off, you ball like cantaloupe

When you get them pies, you can't go out like no ho

This that dope

Buying all the dranks' at the store

Beatin' up the pot, Sajamo, beat it

I got more water than a boat

I'm so geeked up, I can't feel my four

She only want the drugs for her nose

I am

I am the huncho boss

I will

Take one, take one off

Ridin' round itchin'

Yea, my palms itchin'

Real grown, ain't fucking with no children

I'm not arguing with no bitches, I ain't in it, nah

When I pull up

Bet I hurt they feelings

**** talking shit, now they miss it

Running all these packs through the city

I can't tell my business cause you snitchin'

When I wake up, stars in my ceilings