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stanwill - star trek lyrics

[intro]
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, whole lot of gang sh+t
yeah
yeah (dsm, dsm, dsm)
huh, yeah

[verse]
they say life short, huh
i don’t give a f+ck, though, ’cause my pape’ long
yeah, bro’ll cut your life short, huh
he like lance with it, tryna dance and get your face blown
yeah, pull up, sp+cecraft, amg look like star trek
surfin’ with the punches, have the ball up on farfetch
hoodie with the splatter, pop out lookin’ like an art sketch
kick her out the whip if she ain’t tryna have no car s+x
i might melt the tires off the whip how i’m cat scratchin’
must’ve wore a fitted in the booth ’cause he be cap rappin’
go and check the box score, i bet you catch me stat packin’
i ain’t checkin’ tags, f+ck the price, i be in saks grabbin’ (yeah)
yeah, dog sh+t militia, huh
yeah, f+ck, yeah, huh
i must be a d+ckhead how i ball in saks
haha, yeah, b+tch, you don’t get it, though
deuce to the neck, unc’ can’t feel it, had to sip a four
need an exorcism, b+tch a demon and the whip a ghost
need to make the glock a tiktok ’cause it be hittin’ folks
catch his cappin’ ass—, get his fitted blow
heavyweight with this punchin’ sh+t, ain’t even one+fifty
last twenty broke the money counter, had to thumb fifty
had to do the chrome heart ’cause i don’t think it’s one in me
b+tch, we like to get up just for fun, don’t try to jump with me
started crackin’ cards, had to pay the hand that life dealt
never learned how to swim, but in that water, feel like mike phelps
chopper kickin’ like miyagi, though, ain’t seen a white belt
unky slappin’ off the girl, he say he feel how ike felt
b+tch, we militant, huh
i’ll let the drac’ go clap like i’m soulja boy (blrrt)
he ain’t even got a cent (nah)
doggy can’t afford a bottle, got the hoes annoyed
all this motherf+ckin’ hutch ice, i’m the golden boy
feel like andy davis through this b+tch, i be totin’ toys
broker than a b+tch, you the type that all the hoes avoid
in the backseat with your b+tch, she like rosa, boy
if bein’ broke was a joke, the opps dave chappelle
child’s playin’ with the visas over makin’ sales (for real)
got a demon in the ‘cat, i’m goin’ straight to h+ll
i ain’t got no time to chase hoes, i be chasin’ mail
she pulled up to this bnb and ripped her lulu lemons off
think you f+ck with me and gang? you must be shootin’ fentanyl
bro’ll pull up and drop fifty, he ain’t hoopin’ when he ball
spendin’ like i ain’t got cents, i’m actin’ stupid in the mall
b+tch, yeah
sh+ttyboyz, dog sh+t militia, that’s on every song (sbdsm)

- stanwill lyrics

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