"Superstar" lyrics

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

That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be superstars
While I hop in a drop top, pull up and the roof is out
My hood like a chop-shop might fuck up a group of cops
I came from the hot block, we was letting Rugers off
Knock dog, block soft, these bullets go super far
Lil Cuz', he be wylin', he don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylish, you know I'm a superstar
We could not involve this, we don't care what the rumours are

And now my niggas holding racks like we StudZR
And you could find me in the back where the shooters are
Stupid bars, moving targets, that's what them losers are
He won't smoke the heat, cuz' spark it, we got a few cigars
They think I ain't gonna start shit 'cause I'm an artist
If he pull up, let that car drift, then we gon' park it
Rich and Whites, selling, we was trappin' in apartments
And Remy light drilling off the X', he go retarded

That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be superstars
While I hop in a drop top, pull up and the roof is out
My hood like a chop-shop might fuck up a group of cops
I came from the hot block, we was letting Rugers off
Knock dog, block soft, these bullets go super far
Lil Cuz', he be wylin', he don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylish, you know I'm a superstar
We could not involve this, we don't care what the rumours are

Uh, he got that flame, and throw it, came from that rain and storm it
Bang 'fore that anger showin', bank full, his bank enormous
You guys like any nigga know me, I ain't fake my stories
I get money, got like 40 on me, come and take it from me, it get godly
And there's some way, before this happened, was they love showing
Her data caught 'em up in the traffic, left his blood soaking
Get a rush form it, tuck my hammer 'cause I love totin'
Everyone know it, before rapping was my gun-smoking

That boy is hot-hot, cool him off, these niggas be superstars
While I hop in a drop top, pull up and the roof is out
My hood like a chop-shop might fuck up a group of cops
I came from the hot block, we was letting Rugers off
Knock dog, block soft, these bullets go super far
Lil Cuz', he be wylin', he don't care 'bout who you are
I don't need no stylish, you know I'm a superstar
We could not involve this, we don't care what the rumours are

Uh, 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
Oh-uh