Co-Star

Okay like Okay like Haha Rager, bitch Back on yo' block, I'm untouchable I get yo' ass heated up like a Lunchable Put yo' ass on NBC like a Huxtable I get this bread like a fucking Uncrustable (Okay okay) "How many bags" nigga I'm getting several Green laser beam turn yo' ass to a vegetable Bad little bitch take her ass off a pedestal GTR this shit is a push start I got some niggas geeked up off the Wockhardt Knew I was a star lil' bitch Imma go far Lil' bitch hop on the bed you my co-star I feel like 'Bron bitch I'm winning Rims on the donk and this shit keep on spinning Words keep on flowing just hang on the sentence Bitch I'm the Rager a muhfucking menace I know my life is expensive Hermes the sheets case a bitch wanna kick it I can not cheat on the bag I'm committed I guess that girl just can not see the vision I came back and I just counted some millions Fuck all that shit Imma buy a pavilion Covered in diamonds so I'm always chilling He said he "bout it" that boy a civilian I got a bad little bitch she Sicilian Call up my brodie that nigga a villain Bitch call me Doom, RIP to the villain Fuck it I don't need a reticle I got a cannon this shit is incredible Lex got the canon that nigga get technical Max in the beamer the M3 is credible Jordan on cam' make sure the fit flicked up Took the top off the whip bitch that's a nip tuck Every time I walk in the bank it's a stick-up I got a bad lil' bitch with a big butt Crib in the hills man that shit is secluded I count a bag and it feel like I'm zooted Shoutout to Future my passion's a movie Famous girl, she wanna kick it like Bruce Lee But I ain't saying no names Hop on the track and I'm going insane Lately, I kick it with 'Liq counting bank Asked if I'm grateful, bitch fuck do you think Fuck do you think I think I'm tired of questions Dropped out of college it taught me a lesson Life is just better when you counting blessings These niggas entertain hoes like they Cedric I'm counting money cool, calm, and collected Treat me like stock in which all I'm invested I got some A-listers all in my section Ye called me and told me "Naz you a legend" GTR this shit is a push start I got some niggas geeked up off the Wockhardt Knew I was a star lil bitch Imma go far Lil bitch hop on the bed you my co-star Moonwalk on beats like I'm Michael Fuck on a dance teacher at her recital I had to steal her lil' heart it was vital Hollywood Naz the American Idol Pop star, Rockstar, what you wan' call it 4.2 flat to the money I'm balling Phone keep ringing tell shawty stop calling I took a shot and I won I called it I put some ice on grills in my mouth Peachtree baby might fly to the south Louisiana baby got love for the south 18 and I just bought my own house Lil' nigga get the fuck off of the couch I pull up take shawty out of the drought I go to sleep and I up my amounts Bitch Haha, It's that fucking Rager