K Suave, Trippie Redd, Poundside Pop - Stay Far lyrics

We came from the bottom, bitch
We had to starve
I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars
Fuck that bitch and play her
Like a damn guitar
I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar
I'll be out the way, stay far (Damn, Tash)
Got no time to play, stay armed
Chopper there like a good neighbor
State Farm (B-B-BlackMayo)

Yeah, everybody with me, yeah
They stay armed
When it's time to handle business
It won't take long
It won't take long, get you gone
Blow your face off
I got killers on my team sliding
This ain't no baseball
Bitches tryna suck my dick 'cause
I got my cake up
Shawty looking hella bad and she
Ain't got no makeup
All this cash on a nigga
She do what I say so
I been sipping all this purple, baby
I'm a Laker (yeah)
I been sipping Wockhardt, baby
I'm a Wockstar
I come out them Philly trenches
Right in front them cop cars
Baby girl, we had it hard
So we had to trap hard
2500, Zoo gang, I'm the top dog

We came from the bottom, bitch
We had to starve
I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars
Fuck that bitch and play her
Like a damn guitar
I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar
I'll be out the way, stay far
Got no time to play, stay armed
Chopper there like a good neighbor
State Farm

Ayy, chopper get to busting
That bitch going dumb
Your bitch, she want more coke
She keep rubbing on her gums
Bitch, I got a money counter
I don't like to use my thumbs
Keep one in the head
These pussy niggas showing fake love
I don't trust nobody
I swear I don't even trust myself
She gon' eat that dick up like an apple
This is not no Dell
I just caught your bitch with one hand
I feel like I'm Odell
I know it's been a minute since we talked
I hope you doing well
Beating that bitch from the back
I feel like I'm Mike Will
I got bitches hooked like a noose
I call 'em hangnail
Try me, knock both of y'all down
Like the twin towers
Bitch, I'm a star in the sky
But I came from the bottom
Ain't going broke no more
All my niggas whips is push to start 'em

We came from the bottom, bitch
We had to starve
I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars
Fuck that bitch and play her
Like a damn guitar
I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar
I'll be out the way, stay far
Got no time to play, stay armed
Chopper there like a good neighbor
State Farm