Rockstar

Album: Blame It on Baby (2020)
Charted: 1 1
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  • Woo, woo
    I pull up like
    How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh)
    How you pull up? I pull up (Seth in the kitchen)
    Let's go

    Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
    With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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 nigga, 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 nigga gave me nothin' (yeah, yeah)
    I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, 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 fuckin' 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 niggas, 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 nigga, 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 nigga in front of her before the age of two
    And I'll kill another nigga too
    'Fore I let another nigga 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, fuck a cop car
    With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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 nigga, 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 nigga 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
    You 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, fuck a cop car
    With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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 nigga, get to bustin' (woo)
    And if I ain't enough, go get the chop Writer/s: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Rodrick Moore, Ross Joseph Portaro
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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