Star Player
Shitty Boyz
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Every star player has an off night
I turn off-brand into Off-White
Guarantee you run up on me, that's a lost life
Yo boyfriend's a dirtball, this what sauce like
Stamina incredible, I'm running up a check
Track star in Saks Fifth, I'm running up the set
Run up tryna flex, that's a hunnid to yo neck
I got 'em sick, bro, they can't stomach what I spent
I'll still talk shit if I ain't have a mouth
And I work for this shit, it wasn't handed out
I knew the bitch was easy, I ain't really have a doubt
Used to crack jokes 'bout the kid but I'm laughing now
Hoes used to ho me, I ain't need 'em though
I ain't scared of death, bitch, I'm scared of being broke
Look in the mirror, hell yeah, I see the goat
She send my soul through the roof, yeah, she a pro
We ain't up now? That shit new to me
Shoot me? You wouldn't even shoot a three
I don't scrap but the punches are like UFC
I'm plugged in, charged up like a USB
Hockey stick, we'll slide like a Mighty Duck
You a dickhead if you try yo luck
Fire hazard every time I'm 'bout to slide a dunk
Raf Simons on, you won't catch me in no Hyperdunks
Yeah, I'm the star player
Used to be six-man, I'm the star player
Scoring now, hell nah, I ain't a ball player
Took a few risks, now I'm feeling like the star player
Ha, yeah, bitch, I'm the star player
Used to ride the bench, now I'm the star player
Scoring now, hell nah, I ain't a ball player
Took a few trips, now I'm feeling like the star player
Bitch say I'm acting dumb now
I just want the head like a mugshot
Swear to God, I just had a pack of duff trots
Stick got some power, boy, that's a Pack-A-Punch Glock
I would hate to be yo losing ass
Used to play Midnight Club, now I do the dash
Punch here, punch there with my abusive ass
Hit her with a juke move with my elusive ass
All that fake shit? Nah, I can't be around it
All that snake shit? Nah, I can't be around it
All that hate shit? Nah, I can't be around it
I ain't gon' miss one shot if the beam up on it
Heartbeat sensor on the chop so don't take a breath
Red bottoms on, that's a band when I take a step
Non-balling ass, you the type to go and blame the ref
Game face activated, nah, I can't break a sweat
Dislike, just wait till I activate
I was in a bad mood till that package came
Got that Drac' on my side like a Raptors game
Came up stealing like I jumped in the passing lane
The only time you shot OT was for AAU
You ain't never touched ten, I done made a few
Only eighteen but I was born that plus eighty-two
Sent eight out the thirty, now I got Baby Smoove
Yeah, I'm the star player
Used to be six-man, I'm the star player
Scoring now, hell nah, I ain't a ball player
Took a few risks, now I'm feeling like the star player
Ha, yeah, bitch, I'm the star player
Used to ride the bench, now I'm the star player
Scoring now, hell nah, I ain't a ball player
Took a few trips, now I'm feeling like the star player
Hmm, should I fuck up big beaver?
Nah, I'ma just fuck up some chip readers
Self-scanning in my hoodie, I'm the BIN reaper
Got it off the stripe, now I'm flexing like a gym teacher
Feel like Jet Li, foreign kicks when I walk
Crunchwrap Supreme, bitch, that's just how I talk
Planking-ass boy, stop begging for the sauce
Ain't never been a worker, bitch, I always been a boss
Duke fly when she said ain't shit free in life
'Cause I'ma make a twenty-ball if I leave tonight
Steak bite, Smack the chef, they ain't season right
They ain't have no masters on the side? It's a Visa night
Steady blowing up my phone, this bitch need a life
Yeezy Boost off the joggy, that's Adida-life
You still rock Samoas, boy, them Adidas trife
Ain't no need to fight, bro'll send dawg to Jesus Christ