{Chorus} Hop out in that fast car feel like Nascar Pop out in that black car OG packstar Trill young rap star with that blastar Young Pixar I'm a shooting star {Verse: 1 } Ball above the rim I'm a shooting guard These lil boys can't see me what they shooting for? She say that she love me already that's too annoyin' All up in her head like I'm Sigmund Freud Shawty love my voice like I got a choice Lookin' right at death and I'm hella poised You worried bout' my cash boy get out my coin These ni**as finna' flock hoe you better join We got b*tches on the team snortin' Medellín You get all these serpent tings Women tryna fu*k my steeze Ridin' with the dank in the whip baby If I get pulled over please don't say sh*t baby {Chorus} Hop out in that fast car feel like Nascar Pop out in that black car OG packstar Trill young rap star with that blastar Young Pixar I'm a shooting star