Xavier Weeks - Stars lyrics

(CashMoney AP) ap
What's good? Ayy yeah
(Slaughters, what's good?)

Need all my Guala, like ready, set, go
(Oh woah)
Got to hit once, then I'm going ghost
(Oh woah)
She fell in love with all of my flows
Get outta my face, yeah, I'm tryna smoke
(Smoke)
Goin' out sad, yeah, I can't relate (Relate)
He try the gang, he gon' see the gates (No)
Look at the cash that, we done made
(yeah, yeah)
I got some love and, I got some hate
(yeah, yeah)

Hop in the wraith and I look at the stars
Foreign my bitch, yeah foreign the cars
(Ooh wow)
Tour with my brothers, we all gon' go far
(Go far) he gotta deathnote like Lil Gnar
Louis my jeans, yeah, Rollie my wrist
(Ooh woah)
Ice on my bitch, yeah, ice on my wrist (Woah)
I'm in the stu, yeah I made a few hit's
Got too hot, yeah I had to sit (Aye)
Hop in the wraith and I look at the stars
Foreign my bitch, yeah foreign the cars
(Ooh wow)
Tour with my brothers, we all gon' go far
He gotta deathnote like Lil Gnar
Louis my jeans, yeah, Rollie my wrist
Ice on my bitch, yeah, ice on my wrist
I'm in the stu, yeah I made a few hit's
Got too hot, yeah I had to sit (Bop)

Lil boy, yeah, get your racks up
I'm in the Six with the Raptors (Oh)
Seem like every time that speak
I preach, yeah, just like a pastor (Oh woah)
And I just faced two woods, yeah I'm geeked
And my pockets get fatter (yeah)
Go bitch we done, over bossed up, ?
Gucci, snake stay by the sun
Yeah I can't fuck with snakes (yeah, yeah)
Gucci pythons, can't fuck with you
With the lights on
? keep calling me, yeah I'm in the tropics
I'm on Pro Tools, but I got the Logic
She wanna fuck with the gang, yeah
In the coupe baby like, what do it do

Hop in the wraith and I look at the stars
Foreign my bitch, yeah foreign the cars
(Ooh wow)
Tour with my brothers, we all gon' go far
(Go far) he gotta deathnote like Lil Gnar
Louis my jeans, yeah, Rollie my wrist
(Ooh woah)
Ice on my bitch, yeah, ice on my wrist (Woah)
I'm in the stu, yeah I made a few hit's
Got too hot, yeah I had to sit (Aye)
Hop in the wraith and I look at the stars
Foreign my bitch, yeah foreign the cars
(Ooh wow)
Tour with my brothers, we all gon' go far
He gotta deathnote like Lil Gnar
Louis my jeans, yeah, Rollie my wrist
Ice on my bitch, yeah, ice on my wrist
I'm in the stu, yeah I made a few hit's
Got too hot, yeah I had to sit (Bop)