[Intro]
I'mma Star
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hold up!

[Verse 1]
I’m setting up some action on the iPhone
She a headache to her man but yeah she my shone
Ima ride this bitch until the tires gone
And have that bitch screaming like a new Plies song
Hey, I’m no longer banned out of take one
My lil homie on them zans and me I stay blunted
Oh shit Berg back fucking with them beans
When that n***a sticken you might see em riding through the beans
N***a i’m in the same section as the killers is
You play with me you might just get your whole banana split
And I ain’t gotta get dirty n***a you got a price n***a
My outfit worth more than your life n***a

[Hook]
I'mma star make a wish
Nine times I could ten I could take ya bitch
A n***a full I’m bout to take a shit
All you haters get you cameras out and take a pic
Light show my ice bright as hell
I got a watch but the time I can barely tell
I'mma star n***a make a wish
Nine times out of ten I could take you bitch
[Verse 2]
Just do your homework
And ask about me fool
And they'll tell you how these young n***as round me goon
And go ask them bitches how we do em
I dribble for a lil bit than pass em ...alley hoop
Fast lane I'm getting brain in a Audi coupe
Holding the 30 thousand dollars watch out the roof
Living life that’s what the fuck is called
And I ain’t caring bout what them haters say n***a fuck em all
They come too close they better duck and dodge
These rounds that i’m sending man this ruger ain't’ fucking off
Steady thuggin like i’m above the law a couple jews or retainers so i’m guarantee the charge
Or I might go and grab the stick and hit up your block
Just to make sure my damn aim is up to par
Last year they said I was suppose to get indicted
But instead i’m getting head on a fucking island

[Hook]