Grab A Star

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Lyrics:
Don't offend me (Uh) 
Kinda hard, but if you piss me off then imma pull up with boys like remy (Uh) 
Take your lover she like angel numbers so I'm 4-4-for her like Wendy's (Uh) 
Bitches hit me cause I'm in they city told her come over, crib always empty (Uh) 
Always tweaking I can never read, yeah from that gas that we smoke we got plenty (Uh) 

Told them bitches we got plenty shots 
I saw he was live, then pulled around the block 
He kept following this man's an op 
She was looking for Sean but she caught this Glock 
She was tryna get off, but she gone catch this mop 
Once I run up a bag I know that shit won't stop 
Imma flip it again and make them bands nonstop 

Ay 
Breaking her vertebrae 
Look at these bitches like "what are they?" 
Try take my chain and I'm gone raise the murder rate 
I'll let off 50 shots before I'm murdered and if I don't got then know that I'm still hurting him 
Ain't got my mic then you know I'm still burning up 
Ice on my wrist and my mouth keep me cold enough 
Mad about your bitch, but I really don't give a fuck 
I face a gram and ain't nobody lit as us 
Nobody bidding us 
Nobody getting us 
Take the rari, then we leave them boys in the dust 
Take your Shawty she impressed my fitness, bruh 
Want my body she gone offer like fifty bucks 
Gone decline but she still on my dick lil bruh 
Man she fine I might just have to get in gut 
Take your life cause you thought you was hitting us 
These boys mice cause I know they be snitching, bruh 

You a weird ass nigga I don't really give a fuck 
Take your bitch out the house she getting home from the bus 
Get an Uber if she bad but I can't really trust shit 
Could be a shooter never know who in the front seat 
Bitch, trust me 
Talking and I'll bring out the Choppa and start dumping 
This ain't a fly zone why you bugging? 
Talking like it's sky zone we start jumping 

You and your gang 
I know you and all your Niggas are lame 
Don't ever talk to me like we the same 
I'm on a way higher level and some bitches better so deal with it bitch it's that way 
Wanna run up you get shot in the face 
Man you out of luck yeah not another day 
Yeah, imma just take my ass to the cape 
Imma smoke till I ain't gone see another day 

Thought you was gangster you crying to me, bruh 
I knew it you just wasn't lying to me, bruh 
You talk on my name then you find what you speak of 
I hear it, then know that I'm dying to meet ya 
I risk my life cause I know I got this heater 
I ain't finna fight cause a trigger is easier 
This bitch want my half and half know imma feed her 
I got way more black in me than you'd believe, bruh 

Kinda like a zebra 
Fucking with this bitch, yeah she told me she a libra 
Thinking I care yeah I bitch I could already read ya 
Finna stack bands fly the gang over seas, bruh 
Spend your life in a cell, yeah that nigga a amoeba 
Shit 10 grand but I took it so it's free, bruh 
Taro got style but this shit ain't free, bruh 
Know that I be making these hits less than a week, bruh 

Yeah, Don't offend me (Uh) 
Kinda hard, but if you piss me off then imma pull up with boys like remy (Uh) 
Take your lover she like angel numbers so I'm 4-4-for her like Wendy's (Uh) 
Bitches hit me cause I'm in they city told her come over crib always empty (Uh) 
Always tweaking I can never, read yeah from that gas that we smoke we got plenty (Uh) 

Told them bitches we got plenty shots 
I saw he was live then pulled around the block 
He kept following this man's an op 
She looking for Sean but she caught this Glock 
She was tryna get off but she gone catch his mop 
Once I run up a bag I know that shit won't stop 
Imma flip it again and make them bands nonstop 

Yuh, Ay (Ay) 
What? (What?) 
Godamn (Godamn) 
This nigga spitting (Huh) 
This nigga ripping (Yuh) 
Godamn (Godamn)

ALL PLATFORMS

Angel Numbers (Prod. Shyguymadeit)

I go out to the club with my friends
I get so high I don't feel my face
Wrote this lyrics in my phone
I made this song with my pain

Take my heart off my chest
Demons running in my head
They are really rotting my brain
That's why I don't feel the same

I hit her with a bye bye bye bye
I'm living my life life life life
Last night 
I got so fucked up
Like a rockstar

I hit her with a bye bye bye bye
I'm living my life life life life
Last night 
I got so fucked up
Like a rockstar

I know that
Nicotine kills
But it feels worse to be stuck in my feels
Hi Satan let's make some deals
Take my soul, let me get some thrills
I need to cry but tears don't fall no more
Last night I got fucked up thinking of you
I'm not enough I'm not enough

I go out to the club with my friends
I get so high I don't feel my face
Wrote this lyrics in my phone
I made this song with my pain

Take my heart off my chest
Demons running in my head
They are really rotting my brain
That's why I don't feel the same

I hit her with a bye bye bye bye
I'm living my life life life life
Last night 
I got so fucked up
Like a rockstar

I hit her with a bye bye bye bye
I'm living my life life life life
Last night 
I got so fucked up
Like a rockstar

(I hit her with a bye bye bye bye)
(I'm living my life life life life)
(Last night)
(I got so fucked up)
(Like a rockstar)


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