Blakk Rokkstar

Huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh

What the fuck?

That's some 808s, yeah, better duck

Step-back fadeaway, I'm shootin' shit up

City to city, state to state, yeah, I'm bootin' shit up

What the fuck? I'm not surprised

Boy, that 'fit ain't nothin', who told you lies?

I'm outside with a freak mask, oh, this my disguise

Heard you got caught lackin', damn, that's sad, you gotta move wise

I'm tatted up, tribal, mama, do you see me?

I made them hoes flock before I copped the Lamborghini

You reach for this chain, now my gang screamin' free me

Bitch, this not Vivienne Westwood, ho, these real VVs

I can show you how to pop it, huh, huh, she like, "Teach me"

I don't need no jewelry, eyes weary

Shawty got that water, think she from Missouri

Cocaine, Pelle Pelle jacket, Evisus to match it

Racks pokin' out my fuckin' pockets, so she know I'm havin'

Sweeped her off her feet, yeah, she Jasmine, yeah, and I'm Aladdin

Yeah, big boots on her, steppin' on your neck, this not for fashion, yeah

Chrome Hearts on, crosses up, but my life upside down

You say I can't come to what? They know I'm good out the town

You ain't got no hood, you ain't got no block

You ain't got no gang, these **** be cops

I'll put that stick right to your face and watch your piss run down your socks

Pick a number, add a double-O, these **** be makin' up blocks

It's only double-O, these **** know I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar, I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black—

Wake up

Call that bitch, she'll kill somethin'

Novocaine, I don't feel nothin'

Get out your feelings, get in your bag

I dropped the ceilings, I made 'em mad

Popped a Tesla, takin' off on they ass

You'd think I had propellers, 'cause I'm so fly

I'm the pilot, I got my wings now

Porsche GT3RS, got the wing out

All that rap shit, what you singing 'bout?

You don't need no diamond tester, my diamonds blingin' out

Pointers in the chain, look like polka dots

Work at a casino, I got a poker thot

She like DMT, she like acid

Sendin' me flicks, I'm 'bout to send her through the mattress

Fuck them pics, I'm tryna pull up and do ya

Got chemistry, you woulda thought that I knew her

Water faucet, she don't gotta lube up

Rough around sober, I don't need a pill

I don't need no honey, oh, you want some money

I'm a young ****, but I'm not a dummy

Old ho tryna take advantage

New ho remedial, she don't understand it

I know what I want, I'm demandin'

You don't know what to do, when it go left, you gon' panic

Ain't nothin' for certain, I can't take nothin' for granted

Bankroll too big, can't rubber-band it

Flew her overseas, she tanning

Fuck your aesthetic, **** need rebranding