Superstar

作词 : Bakari Ward

作曲 : Bakari Ward

创作者：Bakari Ward、Berkant Gunduz、Jonath Little

Na-na-nah, na-na-nah

Na-na-nah, na-na-nah

Na-na-nah, na-na-nah

(Oh, yeah, Berki, this the one right here), na-na-nah, na-na-nah

That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be super soft

I hopped in a drop top, pull up and the roof is off

My hood like a chop shop, might **** up a group of cars

I came from that hot block, we was lettin' Rugers off

Knocked off, blocks off, the' bullets go super far

Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he 'on't care 'bout who you are

I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar

We condonin' violence, we don't care what the rumors are

And all my niggas holding racks like where scooters are

And you could find me in the back where the shooters are

Stupid bars, movin' targets, that's what them losers are

He want smoke then he could spark it, we got a few cigars

They think that I ain't gon' start shit 'cause I'm an artist

If he pull up, let that car drift, then we gon' park it

Rich and white chillin', we was trappin' in apartments

And Remmie like drillin' - off the X he go retarded

That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be superstar soft

I hopped in a drop top, pull up and the roof is off

My hood like a chop shop, might **** up a group of cars

I came from that hot block, we was lettin' Rugers off

Knocked off, blocks off, the' bullets go super far

Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he 'on't care 'bout who you are

I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar

We condonin' violence, we don't care what the rumors are

Uh, he got that flame and throw it, came from that rain and stormin'

Painful, that anger showin', thankful his bank enormous

You can ask like any nigga know me, I ain't fake my stories

I get money, got like forty on me, come and take it from me, it get gory

And ask 'em way before this happened, was they love showing?

Heard they done caught him up in traffic, left his blood soakin'

Get a rush from it, tuck my hammer 'cause I love totin'

Everyone know it, before rappin' was my gun smokin'

That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be super soft

I hopped in a drop top, pull up and the roof is off

My hood like a chop shop, might **** up a group of cars

I came from that hot block, we was lettin' Rugers off

Knocked off, blocks off, the' bullets go super far

Lil' cuz, he be wildin', he'on't care 'bout who you are

I don't need no stylist, you know I'm a superstar

We condonin' violence, we don't care what the rumors are

(Uh-uh, uh, that boy is hot, uh)

(That boy is hot, uh, that boy is hot, uh, that boy is hot)

(Uh, that boy is hot, uh, that boy is hot-hot, that boy is hot-hot, uh-uh)