ROCKSTAR

Lyrics by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk、Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.、Ross Joseph Portaro IV

Composed by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk、Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.、Ross Joseph Portaro IV

Woo woo

I pull up like

How you pull up baby how you pull up

Oh oh oh

How you pull up I pull up

Woo seth in the kitchen

Let's go

Brand new lamborghini f**k a cop car

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop

Yeah yeah yeah

Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar

This ain't no guitar b***h this a glock woo

My glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me woo

You better let me go the day you need me woo

Soon as you up me on that n***a get to bustin' woo

And if I ain't enough go get the chop

It's safe to say I earned it

Ain't a n***a gave me nothing yeah yeah yeah

I'm ready to hop out on a n***a get to bustin'

Know you heard me say you play you lay

Don't make me push the button

Full of pain dropped enough tears

To fill up a f**kin' bucket

Goin' for buckets I bought a chopper

I got a big drum it hold a hundred

Ain't goin' for nothing

I'm ready to air it out on all these n***as

I can see 'em runnin'

Just talked to my mama she hit me on facetime

Just to check up on me and my brother

I'm really the baby

She know that her youngest son was always guaranteed

To get the money

Okay let's go

She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed

To get the loot

She know what I do

She know 'fore I run from a n***a

I'ma pull it out and shoot boom

Ptsd I'm always waking up in cold sweats

Like I got the flu

My daughter a g she saw me

Kill a n***a in front of her

Before the age of two

And I'll kill another n***a too

'Fore I let another n***a do something to you

Long as you know that don't let nobody tell you different

Daddy love you

Yeah yeah

Let's go

Brand new lamborghini f**k a cop car

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop

Yeah yeah yeah

Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar

This ain't no guitar b***h this a glock woo

My glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me woo

You better let me go the day you need me woo

Soon as you up me on that n***a

Get to bustin' woo yeah

And if I ain't enough go get the chop yeah yeah

Keep a glocky when I ride in the suburban

'Cause the codeine had a young n***a swervin'

I got the mop watch me wash 'em like detergent

And I'm ballin' that's why it's diamonds on my jersey

Slide on opps' side and flip the block back yeah yeah

My junior popped him and left him lopsided yeah yeah

We spin his block got the rebound dennis rodman

Fool me one time you can't cross me again

Twelve hundred horsepower I get lost in the wind

If he talking on the yard the pen' dogs'll take his chin

Maybach suv for my refugees

Buy blocks in the hood put money in the streets

I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station

Had it on me thirty thousand thought it was my last day

But they ain't even want no smoke

If I had to choose it murder what she wrote

Let's go

Brand new lamborghini f**k a cop car

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop

Yeah yeah yeah

Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar

This ain't no guitar b***h this a glock woo

My glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me woo

You better let me go the day you need me woo

Soon as you up me on that n***a get to bustin' woo

And if I ain't enough go get the chop chop chop chop