Chasing Stars, Pt. 4 (feat. Minnie Om & Almighty Sid)

Look, I won't even cap, bitch, I'm fuckin' on your best friend

That lil' bitch a bunny, she be hoppin' straight from dick to dick

And she brought a friend, so I'm bringin' in my buddy

Look, I'm a rockstar, baby, you know how I'm comin

Aye and I got a fuckin' plan, if you movin' funny, then I gotta get my best man

Dreadhead ****, and he comin' at your top

I put ten on, huh, **** movin' funny with your mans on

Ayy, ayy, rockstar ****, got these rockstar jeans on

Alexander McQueen, tryna put my team on

I been on the low for a minute, tryna get on

Ayy, They be like, where you been? Shit, ****, I don't know

Getting to the money, I might fuck me another hoe

Ayy, poppin' bottles, poppin' off, **** bringing Glocks out

Got a crazy shooter shake me dreads and he pop off

I get paid a whole lot for me to say a few words

My name is not The Rock, but I still kill a few birds

If I miss an opp, then I'm quick to bust a U-turn

Leave him in the present, he don't care about his future

You can catch me speedin' on the freeway, I be lane switchin

Don't compare me to no bum, ****, I get paid different

If you owe me money till this day, then you payin' interest

Put a couple bands on his head, I can't say I didn't

My lil' ****'s hungry, so I pay him, keep my hands can't keep a stick

Like a maestro, I might have to bring the band team

Bust a couple warning shots, made him look like he was dancin

Every time we on the track, we the undefeated tag team

I said, y-kaay, tag me in, time to get it back again

**** fallin' off, but every day we comin' back again

**** sendin' threats, I'll have to turn them to a pack again

If I catch him lackin', leave him stiffer than a mannequin

Take one of my man shooters on the search like Google

Talkin' all that shit, but he a bitch, he a poodle

Send one of my shooters, spill his brain like some noodles

I ain't even rent a car, sent that **** in a Uber

Post a jury like a winner, chunk that **** to a loser

That's what **** get for talkin' tough behind computers

**** hatin' on me for the way that I maneuver

But your bitch tellin' me she love the way I do her

**** movin' funny, I can't lie, I just die laughin

If he come up missin', don't ask me, I don't know what happened

All my **** ain't crips, but just know that they'll get it crackin

Until he see a gangsta, but I guess we know that he was cappin

While you was gettin' pimped by a ho, I was pimpin' hoes

Bitches come correct when they fuck with me, I ain't one of those

Once I fuck, I pass her to the homie, we ain't runnin' hoes

And way before fatherhood, ****, I been sunnin' hoes

I done dropped the EP, now I'm back, we've been up

Ain't no jammin', bitch, yeah, this 50 Glock is what I tuck

You can't hang with me, lil' baby, say my **** gotta fuck

Ayy, young I'm rich, ****, all these jewels got me stuck

Ayy, these the new slips I hit your girl with these hoes

This a SRT, ain't no way I'm goin' fuckin' slow

It's jus some **** wanna know

She swearin' that she got it, I can't fuck with no ho

Ayy, tell him y-kaay tag me in, ain't nobody robbin' me

Let a **** try me, and you know I'm gon touch delete

I been on the road for a lil' minute, you ain't catchin' me

**** say they hatin', but they still be be out here taggin' me

Look how I'ma bust a 2-3, Michael Jordan

Ayy, you might just catch a three-pre, Ron Arden

You think a **** fuckin' fazed me, I been ballin

And we comin' at a fuckin' AZ, who you callin'

Ayy, scary ass ****, he ain't even wanna pose

Crazy thing, he a toast

I'm ridin' with my ****, we ain't even got a bose

Cadillac, truck, double R, you should know

Ridin' with that ****, he a fraud, he a ghost

Ayy, I'm the motherfuckin' ridin' star, that's a note

And if you **** really tryin hard y'all should know

Ayy, AMK come real tall like I'm Pope