All Star

[Intro: Lil Tjay]

[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Lil Tecca]

[Outro: Lil Tecca & Lil Tjay]

[length: 03:00.271]

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(Oh-no-no-no-no)

(Oh-oh-oh)

Oh

(No-no-no)

Internet Money, bi***

Yeah, yeah

I feel like an all-star (All-star)

I been ballin' steady tryna win, I ain't givin' up (No, no, no)

A lot of ni***s hatin' on me, I don't give a f*** (Oh, oh, oh)

I'ma keep on gettin' that bankroll, run it up (Oh, no-no)

I'ma keep on gettin' that bag, ni***s know what's up

And we ain't worried 'bout no ni***s

I just be worried 'bout my gang

I told these these n***as "Stay in your lane"

And I told my ni***s "Stay the same"

And it was a dream, just to double up

And it was a dream, just to f*** it up

Now, she f*** with me

Ni***s in my own team wasn't f***in' with me

Put my middle fingers up, had to sin the city (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]

Walked in the scene, peep my energy

You already seen, now you f***in' with me

Why you move funny? Why you tryna f***?

Why you last year wasn't f***in' with me?

Yeah, baby, you should know, I ain't no dummy

I don't even know, why you playin' with me?

I don't even know, why you playin' like that?

I don't even know, why you playin' so wack? (Nah)

Ni***, I'm talkin' that cash and I walked through the Chase and the bands so fat (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

VLONE, the Off-White, it's flexin' so bad

I don't wanna talk, you not talkin' 'bout racks

I don't wanna talk, you not talkin' 'bout stacks

Your shawty on me and that bi***, she so bad

I had to dub her, I'm like "Shawty, my bad"

Bad, bad, bad

I feel like an all-star (All-star)

I been ballin' steady tryna win, I ain't givin' up (No, no, no)

A lot of ni***s hatin' on me, I don't give a f*** (Oh, oh, oh)

I'ma keep on gettin' that bankroll, run it up (Oh, no-no)

I'ma keep on gettin' that bag, ni***s know what's up

And we ain't worried 'bout no ni***s

I just be worried 'bout my gang

I told these these ni***s "Stay in your lane"

And I told my n***as "Stay the same"

And it was a dream, just to double up

And it was a dream, just to f*** it up

Now, she f*** with me

Ni***s in my own team wasn't f***in' with me

Put my middle fingers up, had to sin the city (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]

Shawty up on me, she feelin' the water, my wrist, yeah

Keep her from 'round me, you know I'm finna slaughter your bi***, woah

She want the money and she see a young ni*** rich, yeah

Straight from the trenches but now all my money legit, woah

Took us a while, but now both of my wrist is just bust down

See you know what the style

Fell in love with the money, can't go down

Swear, it took us a while

I done made it so far, they be like "How?"

I can't ever go down

I can't ever go down, down, down

I feel like an all-star (All-star)

I been ballin' steady tryna win, I ain't givin' up (No, no, no)

A lot of ni***s hatin' on me, I don't give a f*** (Oh, oh, oh)

I'ma keep on gettin' that bankroll, run it up (Oh, no-no)

I'ma keep on gettin' that bag, ni***s know what's up

And we ain't worried 'bout no ni***s

I just be worried 'bout my gang

I told these these ni***s "Stay in your lane"

And I told my ni***s "Stay the same"

And it was a dream, just to double up

And it was a dream, just to f*** it up

Now, she f*** with me

Ni***s in my own team wasn't f***in' with me

Put my middle fingers up, had to sin the city (Yeah)

(Brrt, bop)

(Oh-oh, yeah)

(Oh-oh-oh)

(Oh, oh)

(Oh, woah)