[Hook]
Neighborhood super stars
It's them boys with the candy sprayed on them cars
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
b**h you might not know me, but in my hood I'm famous
I f** the baddest b**hes, and hang with all the gangsters
My slabs is the meanest, my j**ellery is the best
You think I get cloths free, cause everyday I'm fresh
And everybody know me, from young to the old
Everywhere I go, they like "Thugga, boy, you cold"
They love to see me hit the club and ball out of control
Pop bottle after bottle till I fall out on the floor
Surrounded by dro clouds, they be like "No smoking"
I laugh at they b**h a** like "Ho, stop joking"
Keep some candy on them rims, that's poking
And every time I hit the board I leave that ho broken
Thug Boss, b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a legend in my neighborhood
Plus I'm connected and respected off in every hood
Chrome on chrome, twenty racks under my Cutla** hood
You see my name in that b**h, so get that understood
I'm an outer space star, b**h I'm up in Mars
And if you want to talk money, I got all type of cars
Just know I meant it, if I said it, nobody in my family got credit
And if you got a million, I bet it
n***a, pockets on Freddy, broke n***as on (???) talking loud
In the club, but them b**hes don't hear them
My j**elry too loud, my cars from overseas
You trying to book a show, that gon' cost a couple ki's
Cause b**h, I'm Yo Gotti
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah, long money till I flat line
We trying to spend some cash, hit me on my bat line
I swear rapping about my last grind
Got me on a money marathon with no halftime
When we hit the club, we walk past lines
And you can come inside with us, if your a** fly
Getting cash, I cash ride
Beating all the competition by landslide
Neighborhood super star and my swag high
Take a n***a b**h, put him on standby
And if a plaintiff ever ask me hold my hand high
I'mma take the stand and tell a goddamn lie
[Hook]