Neighborhood Supa Stars

[Hook] Neighborhood super stars It's them boys with the candy sprayed on them cars [Verse 1: Slim Thug] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3 - Nipsey Hussle] 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 [Hook]