(STARBOY)
Aye, aye, aye, go
Oh, ok
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh (lets fucking go)
Aye two lambo's
One for the smoke and one for the doe
All black coupe we run on the low
High Speed chase, You runnin to slow
Lambo truck no ezelo baby we singing like whoa
Mess with us we kicking yo door
Excuse my manners let me switch up the flow
Seven to the eight to the twenty im calling that grow
See it through my homies case
See her throw it real low (yeah yeah)
Got a new Paycheck goin to the mall spending it all
Got yo bitch a new small bag she risking it all (yeah,yeah,yeah)
Yeah Yeah
I bend that bitch over just like dog
A person whos better I wish him goodluck
A n***a dont know what I made in my cup
You scream like a pup I scream like a mut
You talking all crazy go get you a buck
You tryna be funny i wish I could chuck
Thats right N***a you suck
You built Like a sweetener i'm built like a truck
That n***a is a fucking smuck
I'm so sick of theses _
They always tryna kill my vibe
I might have to go try '
I can fell off your vibe
And i think i might just die
Everytime come to this side
Suicide
Why, Why, Oh why
I see it in my brain
A mix of my mind
Now I got it on my mind
Now i'm felling mighty Fine
And I flip him like a dime
No I didn't even need to fucking try
Hold up cry (Hold Up)
Hold up Hold up
Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah

Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah

Oh, Yeah, Yeah, Hold up, Hold Up, Hold up

Yeah goin crazy I body the beat
Rock out the show with rick on my feet
Two lambos I'm bringing the heat
We don't pull up to your block we pull up to your street
Hit your bitch she gonna cheat
And we did it under the sheets (oh)

Me and Nino thats the gang
I'm a vamp I got my fangs
Pull up make that choppa sing
Brand new AP Johnny Dang
We gonna pull up we gonna make it bang (Hold up)
We gonna pull up we gonna make it bang (Yeah)

Thats what I'm talking about
Thats why hes MVP
Thats why hes the goat
The goat