Текст Quavo – Stars In The Ceiling

Zaytoven

Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea, my palms itchin’ (cash)
Real grown, ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)

Puttin rich niggas’ outta business (talk to ’em)
Told that fuck nigga’ mind they business (hold on, yea)
50K, Momma at the dentist (Momma)
Criminal pack my niggas got that sentence
Think I’m from New York, I got pigeons (brrrrr)
Walkin with that torch, I got decisions (flash)
Keys like Scott Storch, but I like to dish ’em
Runnin’ the point like I’m Fisher, shoot with the missile (skrt, skrt)
Don’t come to the trap unannounced, pull up with the whistle
I’m fucking that bitch by the mouth, no you shouldn’t kiss her
They pullin’ up right at yo’ house
So you shouldn’t diss ’em (brrt)
It’s sad to say these niggas controlled by the system (haha)

I’m from a place where my wings gon’ fly
I got the bags, which one you wanna buy? (buy)
I put ’em in yo’ tongue yea, I put you on the road yea (yea)

When you get them pies, just please drive slow
When you got them pies, you can’t let nobody know
When you get them pies off, you ball like cantaloupe

This that dope, buying all the dranks’ at the store (drink)
Beatin up the pot sajamo
I got more water than a boat
I’m so geeked up, I can’t feel my four
She only want the drugs for her nose

I am…(You what?)
I am the huncho boss
I wil…(Do what?)
Take one, take one off

Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea my palms itchin’, (cash)
Real grown ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it (wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings