Lazy Star (feat. Que The Boy)

Que The Boy

Trust the hype

I got pointers on my neck, why its snitching on me

Don't be kissing on me, baby, because it's glitter on you

I got bitches at the crib, why you feeling on me

Four in this cup, baby girl, I need a liver on me

Got this ice on my neck, I got a shiver on me

Claim the studio on my taxes, the way it's living on me

I'm R.Kelly, with that girl, I be feeling

Naw

**** that's a crazy bar

I'm Patrick with that rock, I'm a lazy star

The all white Benz on ice, it's my lazy car

She play on Tubi, cut her off

She ain't play her part

Yeah, I'm pushin' work, it gotta kick this a skating park

If it's stepped on, it's white trash like a trailer park

Let me talk back to these hoes, these bitches need a talkin' to

Let me throw this bitch to QB, he gon' just walk through

You know, yeah

I can't even blame the man, I feel like Rula do

Yo bitch take a step inside my closet, get to foolin' too

Crashed out, all the way, switchin' lanes like a mood

S on the back of the whip, that's not Subaru

Bitch, you keep on playin', shit get tougher than a Rubik's cube

Choppa wanna rock you, make you do the dance that Uzi do

Ra-ra, bitch, chop chop, bring the razors through

Unky cookin' so much, couldn't help but bring the aprons through

I been movin' different from my **** that couldn't make it through

Level that we take it to, pay-per-view, I make it kangaroo

Might as well forget about them M's if they ain't changin' you

Please do not forget about them L's, they end up savin' you

****, the craziest shit they can tell you is Banks ain't the realest

You **** be savin', bitches should save your opinion

The fact that I gotta tell you that she got a **** itchin'

On my granny, I ain't felt this lame in a minute

Still a say to come and try

I replaced them other guys, they want me taste the humble pie

I been patient, but I hate when **** take they fuckin' time

Stayin' prayed up before the devil take me off my grind, ****

I got plenty in store, fresh off the rack

Ain't no verbal exchange, you gettin' taxed

Talkin' cash in return, you gettin' whacked

I keep all of my receipts, bag back

Before a can of whoop-ass get cracked

For a check that your ass couldn't cash, ****

Who the fuck they talkin' to? I had to check

I had to check That's a motherfuckin' bargain (bar again) shit