Starstruck

Lyrics

[Hook: Crichy Crich] She gonna sell her soul for the team Give it up for a little bit of fame She thinks she found God on stage But she don't even know our names Groupie love is the best love She's so gone off drugs And they both got boyfriends But we don't really give a fuck [Verse: Crichy Crich] Uh, roll some more killer If I ever run out, I'mma ride the dope dealer Burn through these trees like Gs on four wheelers All about my cheese like keys to coke dealers Hit the West Coast and flee to Coachella Gotta lack on my back, the feeling's gorilla Uh, that's Cruella de Vil 101 of us crackers with our hand on the wheel Gun in your grill 'cause we don't give a fuck how you feel Murder all you wack rappers, I'm just being for real I don't need to co-sign, I'm just sealing the deal Jesus piece for these pussies who lack in the field Bla-ka-bla-ka, better back up, 'fore I slap you for real If I was blacker, would this cracker need to rap for a deal? See, the color of each other made the fans how they feel Well, fuck that, it's time to bust back, don't tell me to chill