All Star lyrics
by midwxst
[Intro]
b*tch
Becker
[Chorus: midwxst]
We see the opps, turn it to a martyr
Not on no bench, n*gga, I'm a starter
Bro keep a stick like he Harry Potter
b*tch, I'm a all-star, Gary Carter
I finna die lit, Jordan Carter
Don't f*ck with no press or reporters
n*gga, that's too fed, don't record us
I got them shells on me like a tortoise
We got them big guns, they enormous
Turn that song off, n*ggas snoring
I don't hear that sh*t, that sh*t boring
You wanna talk shots? Know they soaring
You wanna talk? We connecting the dots
Run in that crib, we gon' run in the spot
[Verse 1: midwxst]
They talking 'bout Uzi, but I'm finna pop
These b*tches want me, they all on my c*ck
My pockets is fat like they EDP
He f*cking with 12 like he EDP
b*tch, I'm at the top, I'm the MVP
b*tch, I'm a top dog, no TDE
n*gga, I'm top dog, n*gga, I'm number one
That n*gga my fanboy, don't mean Chum
n*ggas say they want smoke 'til they get served lunch
n*gga think that he safe 'til he up in that bunch
We slide on that n*gga, I already know he gon' run
When you talk 'bout the gang, better watch your tongue
We serve them shots, I ain't talking 'bout rum
Who stopped that beat? n*gga, I ain't done
We slide on that n*gga, I already know he gon' run
When you talk 'bout the gang, better watch your tongue
We serve them shots, I ain't talking 'bout rum
Who stopped that beat? n*gga, I ain't done
[Verse 2: Smokingskul]
I killed the plug off, I'ma rage quit
New Glock-26 need a babysitter
I'm posting the pack out to the highest bidder
[?] my own [?], b*tch, I don't live it
One, two, three, four
We was in his hood, he was a no-show
I just spent a bag in Soho
Feel like Lebron, I'm shooting from logo
Take aim, I'll make him lose weight
Check a n*gga like a suitcase
I go to Columbia and get a new fake
b*tch, I'm a bad boy, I'm the new Mase (What?)
New Glocks and AR's
No opps on your radar
b*tch, I know where all the strays are
b*tch, we finna shoot where his shades are (What I say?)
(Hey, gang)
[Chorus: midwxst]
We see the opps, turn it to a martyr
Not on no bench, n*gga, I'm a starter (n*gga)
Bro keep a stick like he Harry Potter
b*tch, I'm a all-star, Gary Carter
I finna die lit, Jordan Carter
Don't f*ck with no press or reporters
n*gga, that's too fed, don't record us
I got them shells on me like a tortoise
We got them big guns, they enormous
Turn that song off, n*ggas snoring
I don't hear that sh*t, that sh*t boring
You wanna talk shots? Know they soaring
You wanna talk? We connecting the dots
Run in that crib, we gon' run in the spot
[Outro]
b*tch
Becker
Hello, b*tch, hahaha
n*gga