CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Rap Star
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a-
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a way
Half a milli in the safe
On the block I'm dodgin' raids
Love my bros, I'll hug the case
Fly OT, I'm catchin' planes
Hatin' on me you're a lame
N***a get in your own lane
Yeah your turn ups, they so lame
Our turn ups, they insane
Got the b*t*hes screaming names
And they love us, ain't no game
Pull up on us, got them thangs
Fifty drum, ain't got to aim
Ay, now I'm flexin' in a Range
Still getting money girl I never ever changed
Ay, free A.R off the range
Boy I'm glizzy'd up, b*t*h I'm shootin' like I'm Strange
On my block I'm the guy
Grab the machine, let's go slide
Moeski cruisin' by my side
It's gon' be a homicide
Shorty love the way I'm fly
Catch me OT on my grind
Got these n***as in their feelings
Got these n***as tryna slide
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a way
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a way
Tryna travel to the States
Tryna pull off in a Wraith
Tryna blow and hit the stage
Them Gucci shoes, my hoodie Bape
The Mali charm will take your bae
Glizzy boppin', streets insane
If you're real then grab a plate
I f**k with real and not with fake
Hug the L you can not take
Half a milli in the safe
I link the plug and got a crate
Lotta shooters in the place
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a way
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a-
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a way
Half a milli in the safe
On the block I'm dodgin' raids
Love my bros, I'll hug the case
Fly OT, I'm catchin' planes
Hatin' on me you're a lame
N***a get in your own lane
Yeah your turn ups, they so lame
Our turn ups, they insane
Got the b*t*hes screaming names
And they love us, ain't no game
Pull up on us, got them thangs
Fifty drum, ain't got to aim
Ay, now I'm flexin' in a Range
Still getting money girl I never ever changed
Ay, free A.R off the range
Boy I'm glizzy'd up, b*t*h I'm shootin' like I'm Strange
On my block I'm the guy
Grab the machine, let's go slide
Moeski cruisin' by my side
It's gon' be a homicide
Shorty love the way I'm fly
Catch me OT on my grind
Got these n***as in their feelings
Got these n***as tryna slide
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a way
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a way
Tryna travel to the States
Tryna pull off in a Wraith
Tryna blow and hit the stage
Them Gucci shoes, my hoodie Bape
The Mali charm will take your bae
Glizzy boppin', streets insane
If you're real then grab a plate
I f**k with real and not with fake
Hug the L you can not take
Half a milli in the safe
I link the plug and got a crate
Lotta shooters in the place
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
F**k the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*t*hes feel a way
