Mutherfuckin` Star Lyrics

Mutherfuckin` Star lyrics

now mutherfucker take a look at the kid

now take a look at the crib

no take a look at the car I'm a mutherfucking 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 ass 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 pass 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 I ain't playing funny style ain't wearing your shit I wear my
own

the industry for me some mutherfucking rap homie gimme a cheque

a couple mil. and  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 sex partner is 5'9 with baloon breasts

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 lieing

damn near sold 100,000 you crying

tell you what here's a tech 

shoot yourself in the neck