Stay Far lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We came from the bottom, b*tch, we had to starve
I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars
f*ck that b*tch and play her like a damn guitar
I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar
I'll be out the way, stay far (Damn, Tash)
Got no time to play, stay armed
Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm (B-B-BlackMayo)

[Verse 1: Poundside Pop]
Yeah, everybody with me, yeah, they stay armed
When it's time to handle business, it won't take long
It won't take long, get you gone, blow your face off
I got killers on my team sliding, this ain't no baseball
b*tches tryna suck my di*k 'cause I got my cake up
Shawty looking hella bad and she ain't got no makeup
All this cash on a n*gga, she do what I say so
I been sipping all this purple, baby, I'm a Laker (Yeah)
I been sipping Wockhardt, baby, I'm a Wockstar
I come out them Philly trenches, right in front them cop cars
Baby girl, we had it hard, so we had to trap hard
2500, Zoo gang, I'm the top dog

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We came from the bottom, b*tch, we had to starve
I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars
f*ck that b*tch and play her like a damn guitar
I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar
I'll be out the way, stay far
Got no time to play, stay armed
Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm
[Verse 2: K Suave]
Ayy, chopper get to busting, that b*tch going dumb
Your b*tch, she want more coke, she keep rubbing on her gums
b*tch, I got a money counter, I don't like to use my thumbs
Keep one in the head, these pus*y n*ggas showing fake love
I don't trust nobody, I swear I don't even trust myself
She gon' eat that di*k up like an apple, this is not no Dell
I just caught your b*tch with one hand, I feel like I'm Odell
I know it's been a minute since we talked, I hope you doing well
Beating that b*tch from the back, I feel like I'm Mike Will
I got b*tches hooked like a noose, I call 'em hangnail
Try me, knock both of y'all down, like the twin towers
b*tch, I'm a star in the sky but I came from the bottom
Ain't going broke no more, all my n*ggas whips is push to start 'em

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We came from the bottom, b*tch, we had to starve
I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars
f*ck that b*tch and play her like a damn guitar
I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar
I'll be out the way, stay far
Got no time to play, stay armed
Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm