Sleeper, yeah, I'm in my bag with this one
I ain't trippin' bout no bitch, yeah
I ain't hatin' on no nigga
Been on these bitches choosin

She want cash and lust not no love life
Yeah, my problems deep as fuck, baby
You won't ever comprehend it
Say you want me, be your mans

Help me get a hundred bands
Say you choose me over all them souls
Help me get at them then
Box them up, don't talk about that murder

Just turn on channel 10
He was born on the coast of Ivory
Was imported straight to New York
Dope dealer, fucked around

Got the fans on his radar
He's a lone star
Cold designer blood, he got a chrome heart
He got no trust

He just pray you play your part
Genesis 712, I just stay down
For 40 days and 40 nights
All I need, my blick

And couple pounds, I know I'll be alright
Posted in that South
Dream Rich been black just like a panther
Just gave Dog West some cash

Cause he really represent Carolina
My dog a Met baby
All he know is murder and tryna trap some
Screamin' fuck the feds daily

We tryna run it up, they can't stop none
I get my videos shot by Hoodstar
They know I'm a Hoodstar
If I pull the stick out, you get shot

Bitch, I'm a Shooting Star
Swear it was lonely at the bottom
We ain't had shit
What you think we sold drugs for

Swing the chopper at the opposition
We ain't stoppping til we knock
some dreads off
I get my videos shot by Hoodstar

They know I'm a Hoodstar
If I pull the stick out, you get shot
Bitch, I'm a Shooting Star
Swear it was lonely at the bottom

We ain't had shit
What you think we sold drugs for
Swing the chopper after opposition
We ain't stopping til we knock

some dreads off
Comming from a broken home with a broken heart
I've been fighting demons tryna play my part
I feel more alone when it's after dark

Kel-Tec Sub 3k protect my heart
Clutching on some foldable but I can't fold it all
These niggas ain't no shooters
They the type to tell it all

Hunnid blickies in my trap
I'm the type of nigga done shot it all
If a hunnid play, then a hunnid get whacked
I'm the type of nigga won't spare a soul

I get my videos shot by Hoodstar
They know I'm a Hoodstar
If I pull this chopper
I'm gon' rock out like a guitar

I'm on some Spartan shit
10mm Glock, it got a Sparta kick
All birds better fly together
When I pull up, make this cutta spit

Hanging out the window really dangerous
Let it sing American Idol shit
Let me hop out, do the job
Keep on driving, nigga, we don't need a Idle whip

It was just me and Drako looking for a lick
I'm who clutch the Glock, he control the whip
30 bullets stuffed in my fuckin' clip
Nigga move wrong, we gon' bust his shit

untouchable, he far from that
Run him down, turn him to a vegetable
Bullets ate him up, left him high as fuck
We just turned that boy to a edible

Came out that mud, invested in drugs
Just tryna make a way
Coming up we was fighting them feds
Gotta make them work, can't let them have they way

These niggas snitches, scared of repercussions
They what you do it for
You was with it then, what you pointing for
You can't be a man, you a fuckin' hoe

I get my videos shot by Hoodstar
They know I'm a Hood star
If I pull the stick out, you get shot
Bitch, I'ma shooting star

Swear it was lonely at the bottom
We ain't had shit, what you think we sold drugs for
Swing the chopper at the oppositions
We ain't stopping til we knock some dreads off

Comming from a broken home with a broken heart
I've been fighting demons, tryna play my part
I feel more alone when it's after dark
Kel-Tec Sub 3K, protect my heart

Clutching on some foldable, but I can't fold at all
These niggas ain't no shooters, they the type to tell it all
100 blickies in my check
I'm the type of nigga done shot it all

If a hunnid play, then a hunnid get whacked
I'm the type of nigga won't spare a soul
I get my videos shot by hood star
They know I'm a hoodstar

If I pull this chopper, I'm gon' rock out like a guitar