Twinkle twinkle little G star Gangster star in that old hoopty way before the Maserati car You performed gangster duties. Little stars put in the work, you didn't use shooters for the body. Now a days nobody was in the gutter, fake thugs only party. Fake thugs use shooters to bust guns while they bust their lips, running their mouth to the Feds when they meet real gangsters like you with real clips. You are a stand up nigga, a star shining from the U.S. Pen. You're the victim of fuckboys, fake gangsters and rats fearing the presence of men. Young niggas wear jeans showing ass to pat, they show that they are ass, they are ass compared to the OG's and they're not built like that. HOOK: STAY IN YOUR PLACE BITCH NIGGA, KEEP WEARING YOUR SHORTIES THONG. IF YOU FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY, THEN YOU ARE THE TARGET OF THIS SONG.