Rockstar

Woo-woo

(Aye man, where the fuck is Mario Judah?)

I pull up, like

How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up?

How you pull up? Come on, how you pull up?

I pull up

Let's go

Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car

With a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock

My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me

You better let me go the day you need me

Soon as you up me on that ****, get to bussin'

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

It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a **** gave me nothin'

I'm ready to hop out on a ****, get to bussin'

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 fuckin' bucket

Goin' for buckets, I bought a choppa, I gotta big drum, it hold a hunnid

Goin' for nothin', I'm ready to air it out on all these ****, 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 before I run from a ****, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)

PTSD, I'm always wakin' up in cold sweats like I got the flu

My daughter a G, she saw me kill a **** in front of her before the age of two

And I'll kill another **** too

Before I let another **** do something to you

As long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different, Daddy love you

Let's go

Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car

With a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock

My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me

You better let me go the day you need me

Soon as you up me on that **** get the bussin' (Yeah)

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

Keep a glocky when I ride in a Suburban

'Cause the Codeine had a young **** swervin'

I got the mop watch me wash em' like detergent

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

Slide on opp's side and flipped the block back (Yeah, yeah)

My junior popped him and left him lopsided (Yeah, yeah)

We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman

You fooled me one time, can't cross me again

1200 horsepower, I get lost in the wind

If he talkin' on the yard the pin dogs'll take his chin

Maybach SUV for my refugees

My 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, yeah

But they ain't even want no smoke

If I had to choose, it was murder she wrote (Let's go)

Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car

With a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock

My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me

You better let me go the day you need me

Soon as you up me on that ****, get to bussin'

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