ROCKSTAR

Producer：SethInTheKitchen

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, SethInTheKitchen)

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**ga rockstar? (Yeah)

This ain't no guitar, b**ch, 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**ga, 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**ga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm ready to hop out on a n**ga, 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 nothin'

I'm ready to air it out on all these n**gas, 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**ga

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**ga in front of her before the age of two

And I'll kill another n**ga too

'Fore I let another n**ga do somethin' 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**ga rockstar? (Yeah)

This ain't no guitar, b**ch, 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**ga, 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 c*deine had a young n**ga 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 talkin' 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**ga rockstar? (Yeah)

This ain't no guitar, b**ch, 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**ga, get to bustin' (Woo)

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