Green Stars

I’m callin the homies, meet up on the hood
We poppin the bottles, we sharin' the food
Start open my pack, start rollin some goods
I smokin that shit till I feel like a groot
Cruise down the street, bitch, I feel like a gang
All of my indon the smell like a stank
Head to the west, still look fo some green stars
That we drink before we gonn bang on the van
On that hoes with no cash
Don’t need hunnid bands
To slap on that ass
Fuck wit' yo man
Fuck wit' yo man
Let all my homies take care of it
Havin' some fun, hoe
Pour me that stars, hoe
Hittin' the bar, we smoke and we fly tho
Smoke and we fly
Till' the sun up, I still yellin
HOOK
Gimme' that green
Gimme' that green
Gimme' that green stars