(STARBOY)

Aye, aye, aye, go

Oh, ok

Yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh (lets fucking go)

Aye two lambo's

One for the smoke and one for the doe

All black coupe we run on the low

High Speed chase, You runnin to slow

Lambo truck no ezelo baby we singing like whoa

Mess with us we kicking yo door

Excuse my manners let me switch up the flow

Seven to the eight to the twenty im calling that grow

See it through my homies case

See her throw it real low (yeah yeah)

Got a new Paycheck goin to the mall spending it all

Got yo bitch a new small bag she risking it all (yeah,yeah,yeah)

Yeah Yeah

I bend that bitch over just like dog

A person whos better I wish him goodluck

A nigga dont know what I made in my cup

You scream like a pup I scream like a mut

You talking all crazy go get you a buck

You tryna be funny i wish I could chuck

Thats right Nigga you suck

You built Like a sweetener i'm built like a truck

That nigga is a fucking smuck

I'm so sick of theses _

They always tryna kill my vibe

I might have to go try '

I can fell off your vibe

And i think i might just die

Everytime come to this side

Suicide

Why, Why, Oh why

I see it in my brain

A mix of my mind

Now I got it on my mind

Now i'm felling mighty Fine

And I flip him like a dime

No I didn't even need to fucking try

Hold up cry (Hold Up)

Hold up Hold up

Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah

Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah

Oh, Yeah, Yeah, Hold up, Hold Up, Hold up

Yeah goin crazy I body the beat

Rock out the show with rick on my feet

Two lambos I'm bringing the heat

We don't pull up to your block we pull up to your street

Hit your bitch she gonna cheat

And we did it under the sheets (oh)

Me and Nino thats the gang

I'm a vamp I got my fangs

Pull up make that choppa sing

Brand new AP Johnny Dang

We gonna pull up we gonna make it bang (Hold up)

We gonna pull up we gonna make it bang (Yeah)

Thats what I'm talking about

Thats why hes MVP

Thats why hes the goat

The goat