STAR - Oliver Francis

Walk up in this bitch and they like «who got the weed?»

If you finna roll the spliff you better pass it to me

I need dinner reservations for my entire team

I’m the best at what I do but I don’t do it for free

I got racks on racks and racks and racks I keep in the safe

Oh, he say he want some beef, well bitch I saved you a plate

My accountants they one hundred, they don’t make no mistakes

Just a smile on my face, all it take for me to get your body

Burning like a falling star

Tearing through the endless dark

I can’t say how it’s gonna be

Could you promise that you’ll stay 'til it’s over?

Burning like a falling star

Tearing out your rotten heart

I can’t say how it’s gonna be

Could you promise that you’ll stay 'til it’s over?

Venom in my system, girl I like your physique

Got me feeling so euphoric, got me talking so sweet

Go on, lay back, and let it hit you when I sink in my teeth

Yeah, my allure gon' have you open like a skeleton key

God don’t even gotta know so go on just have a taste

Yeah, the fruit is still forbidden but the feeling is great

Go ahead live in the moment, it’s okay to partake

Just a bed full of snakes, all it takes for me to get your body

Burning like a falling star

Tearing through the endless dark

I can’t say how it’s gonna be

Could you promise that you’ll stay til it’s over?

Burning like a falling star

Tearing out your rotten heart

I can’t say how it’s gonna be

Could you promise that you’ll stay til it’s over?

Came a long way since way back when

Since AJ pushed Zips out of Dano’s crib, yeah

Mama Kays when we had bunkbeds

And I would steady put the pad to the pen, sayin' shit like

Fifty bitches on my dick

Pretty boy swag, yeah I’m way too lit

Lil broke boy, you don’t got it like this

Mic gettin' ripped

Pussy, I’ma tell you like this

You ain’t really fuckin' with the boy

You ain’t really totin' shit

You ain’t really sayin nothin' to me

You ain’t really gettin money, you ain’t really fuckin bitches

You ain’t champagne sippin', you ain’t big whip whippin'

You ain’t even really really worth my time

You ain’t really got a gang, ride with you, stay solid like mine

You ain’t got a AJ, got a Chryse

You ain’t even got a job, got a car, bitch boy get a life, I’m ill

Yeah, I’m in Miami beach smokin' on keylime

(Ooh, uh) Cut down these rappers sum' like Captain Levi

(Yeah) Might mix the Rick Owens up with some Levi’s

I got that type of shit make you wanna rewind

I had enough, you lil boys need to realize

For all of you cry babies bitchin' bout me «switchin up»

Need to look in the mirror, go suck that shit up

Matter fact open wide, swallow both of these nuts, you lil bitch

Yeah, it’s still cloudboys 2015 'til infinity

Strapped with a vest screaming, «Fuck all my enemies»

I die tomorrow, your bitch gon' remember me

Yeah