Superstar

Na-na-nah, na-na-nah Na-na-nah, na-na-nah Na-na-nah, na-na-nah (Oh, yeah, Berki, this the one right here), na-na-nah, na-na-nah That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be super soft 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, the' bullets go super far Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he'on't care 'bout who you are I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar We condonin' 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, movin' 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 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, the' bullets go super far Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he'on't care 'bout who you are I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar We condonin' 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 'em 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 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, the' bullets go super far Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he'on't care 'bout who you are I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar We condonin' 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-uh)