Scorey - Superstar lyrics
[Scorey - Superstar lyrics]
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na
(Oh, yeah, Berki, this the one right here)
That boy is hot-hot, cool him off
These niggas be super soft
If I hopped in a drop top
Pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop
Might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block
We was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off
These bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin'
He don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist
You know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence
We don't care what the rumors are
And all my niggas holding racks
Like where scooters are
And you could find me in thе
Back where the shootеrs are
Stupid bars, moving targets
That's what them losers are
He want smoke then he could spark it
We got a few cigars
They think that I ain't gon' start
Shit 'cause I'm an artist
If he pull up, let that car drift
Then we gon' park it
Rich and white chillin'
We was trappin' in apartments
And Remmie like drillin'
Off the X he go retarded
That boy is hot-hot, cool him off
These niggas be super soft
If I hopped in a drop top
Pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop
Might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block
We was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off
These bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin'
He don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist
You know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence
We don't care what the rumors are
Uh, he got that flame and throw it
Came from that rain and stormin'
Painful, that anger showin'
Thankful his bank enormous
You can ask like any nigga know me
I ain't fake my stories
I get money, got like forty on me
Come and take it from me, it get gory
And ask them way before this happened
Was they love showing?
Heard they done caught him up in traffic
Left his blood soakin' get a rush from it
Tuck my hammer 'cause I love totin'
Everyone know it
Before rappin' was my gun smokin'
That boy is hot-hot, cool him off
These niggas be super soft
If I hopped in a drop top
Pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop
Might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block
We was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off
These bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin'
He don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist
You know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence
We don't care what the rumors are
Uh uh, uh, that boy is hot, uh
That boy is hot, uh, that boy is
Hot, uh, that boy is hot, uh
That boy is hot, uh, that boy
Is hot-hot, that boy is hot-hot, uh
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na
(Oh, yeah, Berki, this the one right here)
That boy is hot-hot, cool him off
These niggas be super soft
If I hopped in a drop top
Pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop
Might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block
We was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off
These bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin'
He don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist
You know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence
We don't care what the rumors are
And all my niggas holding racks
Like where scooters are
And you could find me in thе
Back where the shootеrs are
Stupid bars, moving targets
That's what them losers are
He want smoke then he could spark it
We got a few cigars
They think that I ain't gon' start
Shit 'cause I'm an artist
If he pull up, let that car drift
Then we gon' park it
Rich and white chillin'
We was trappin' in apartments
And Remmie like drillin'
Off the X he go retarded
That boy is hot-hot, cool him off
These niggas be super soft
If I hopped in a drop top
Pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop
Might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block
We was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off
These bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin'
He don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist
You know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence
We don't care what the rumors are
Uh, he got that flame and throw it
Came from that rain and stormin'
Painful, that anger showin'
Thankful his bank enormous
You can ask like any nigga know me
I ain't fake my stories
I get money, got like forty on me
Come and take it from me, it get gory
And ask them way before this happened
Was they love showing?
Heard they done caught him up in traffic
Left his blood soakin' get a rush from it
Tuck my hammer 'cause I love totin'
Everyone know it
Before rappin' was my gun smokin'
That boy is hot-hot, cool him off
These niggas be super soft
If I hopped in a drop top
Pull up and the roof is off
My hood like a chop shop
Might fuck up a group of cars
I came from that hot block
We was lettin' Rugers off
Knocked off, blocks off
These bullets go super far
Lil' cuz, he be wildin'
He don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylist
You know I'm a superstar
We condone in violence
We don't care what the rumors are
Uh uh, uh, that boy is hot, uh
That boy is hot, uh, that boy is
Hot, uh, that boy is hot, uh
That boy is hot, uh, that boy
Is hot-hot, that boy is hot-hot, uh