Neighborhood Supa Stars - Slim Thug, Nipsey Hussle, Yo Gotti

Neighborhood super stars

It’s them boys with the candy sprayed on them cars

Bitch you might not know me, but in my hood I’m famous

I fuck the baddest bitches, and hang with all the gangsters

My slabs is the meanest, my jewellery 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 bitch ass 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, bitch

I’m a legend in my neighborhood

Plus I’m connected and respected off in every hood

Chrome on chrome, twenty racks under my Cutlass hood

You see my name in that bitch, so get that understood

I’m an outer space star, bitch 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

Nigga, pockets on Freddy, broke niggas on (???) talking loud

In the club, but them bitches don’t hear them

My jewelry too loud, my cars from overseas

You trying to book a show, that gon' cost a couple ki’s

Cause bitch, I’m Yo Gotti

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 ass fly

Getting cash, I cash ride

Beating all the competition by landslide

Neighborhood super star and my swag high

Take a nigga bitch, 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