Yeah, yeah, yeah
I took my heart out my sleeve
Ain't got enough room, gotta keep a few tricks up there
Kel-tek switched with the silencer kit
Gotta keep it on, shh, 'cause the kids upstairs
Shut the f*ck up when a real nigga talkin'
Shut the f*ck up when a real nigga walk in
I know they type when a lil' nigga log in
Then we roll up now he Stephen Hawking
I don't play games, I go outside
I don't say names, I go outside
I ain't tryna scream in the club, make a scene
It's a lot of phone screens, let's go outside
Big Bank Chano, my chain got a chain
In the rafters my name gotta hang
I'm the only rapper where my lane got a lane
But, f*ck, it I'm swervin', my swang got a lane
You so scared I'm 'bout to pull my cars out
'Bout to pull my bars out
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
You so worried 'bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
Took my Rollie out Bannockburn
Got room I keep a few whips up there
Big safe keep a few clips up there
Neighbors wife smackin' her lips, upset
Guess she mad 'cause she bought that house
And she didn't know it'd be niggas up there
Guess she ain't gettin' them big bucks yet
Kanye, Uzi, big shrug, yup
I'm just here with a family of two
Tryna plan me a coup, can you hand me a brew?
Please understand 'cause the flight said the plan
Was Japan, me and you, but Miami'll do
I got more gold on than a GRAMMY or two
Or three or four, I done had me a few
But I drop a few jewels when I'm back in the land
'Cause the diamond demand, it remind me of you
You so scared I'm 'bout to pull my cars out
'Bout to pull my bars out
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
You so worried 'bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
Stars Out Video (MV)
Performed By: Chance The Rapper
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Chancellor Johnathan Bennett
Chance The Rapper - Stars Out Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
I took my heart out my sleeve
Ain't got enough room, gotta keep a few tricks up there
Kel-tek switched with the silencer kit
Gotta keep it on, shh, 'cause the kids upstairs
Shut the f*ck up when a real nigga talkin'
Shut the f*ck up when a real nigga walk in
I know they type when a lil' nigga log in
Then we roll up now he Stephen Hawking
I don't play games, I go outside
I don't say names, I go outside
I ain't tryna scream in the club, make a scene
It's a lot of phone screens, let's go outside
Big Bank Chano, my chain got a chain
In the rafters my name gotta hang
I'm the only rapper where my lane got a lane
But, f*ck, it I'm swervin', my swang got a lane
You so scared I'm 'bout to pull my cars out
'Bout to pull my bars out
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
You so worried 'bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
Took my Rollie out Bannockburn
Got room I keep a few whips up there
Big safe keep a few clips up there
Neighbors wife smackin' her lips, upset
Guess she mad 'cause she bought that house
And she didn't know it'd be niggas up there
Guess she ain't gettin' them big bucks yet
Kanye, Uzi, big shrug, yup
I'm just here with a family of two
Tryna plan me a coup, can you hand me a brew?
Please understand 'cause the flight said the plan
Was Japan, me and you, but Miami'll do
I got more gold on than a GRAMMY or two
Or three or four, I done had me a few
But I drop a few jewels when I'm back in the land
'Cause the diamond demand, it remind me of you
You so scared I'm 'bout to pull my cars out
'Bout to pull my bars out
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
You so worried 'bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
I took my heart out my sleeve
Ain't got enough room, gotta keep a few tricks up there
Kel-tek switched with the silencer kit
Gotta keep it on, shh, 'cause the kids upstairs
Shut the f*ck up when a real nigga talkin'
Shut the f*ck up when a real nigga walk in
I know they type when a lil' nigga log in
Then we roll up now he Stephen Hawking
I don't play games, I go outside
I don't say names, I go outside
I ain't tryna scream in the club, make a scene
It's a lot of phone screens, let's go outside
Big Bank Chano, my chain got a chain
In the rafters my name gotta hang
I'm the only rapper where my lane got a lane
But, f*ck, it I'm swervin', my swang got a lane
You so scared I'm 'bout to pull my cars out
'Bout to pull my bars out
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
You so worried 'bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
Took my Rollie out Bannockburn
Got room I keep a few whips up there
Big safe keep a few clips up there
Neighbors wife smackin' her lips, upset
Guess she mad 'cause she bought that house
And she didn't know it'd be niggas up there
Guess she ain't gettin' them big bucks yet
Kanye, Uzi, big shrug, yup
I'm just here with a family of two
Tryna plan me a coup, can you hand me a brew?
Please understand 'cause the flight said the plan
Was Japan, me and you, but Miami'll do
I got more gold on than a GRAMMY or two
Or three or four, I done had me a few
But I drop a few jewels when I'm back in the land
'Cause the diamond demand, it remind me of you
You so scared I'm 'bout to pull my cars out
'Bout to pull my bars out
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
You so worried 'bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
Writer: Chancellor Johnathan Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group