DTE Lil DayDay, SCY Jimm - Rockstar Lifestyle lyrics

(Mmm, WoodleyOnThaBeat)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Jimm, what it is, nigga?

Look, rockstar lifestyle
I pray to God I make it
(I pray to God I make it)
All these diamonds on me
Dare one of you fuck niggas try to take it
(Come here)
I'm a real trench baby, it's in my blood
I ain't gotta fake it (On God)
Since he talkin' to the pigs
We gon' turn that nigga ass to bacon
(Glaow, ayy)

(Ayy, yeah, hold on, yeah) ayy, ayy

Fuck a Friday, me and DayDay in this bitch
It's only Sunday (Hoo, hoo)
I got two hoes in the backseat of the coupe


We on the oneway (Hoo)
I done sold a thousand grams
It's only right I keep it 1K (On gang)
If I keep snappin' like this
I know that I'm gon' make it one day
Could've been blew up
But I was busy tryna take some'
(I was busy tryna take somе shit)
I was outchea broke as fuck, bitch
I had to make somе' (On gang, lil' nigga)
Your dawg died, yeen ain't tryna slide
You busy tryna make songs (How the fuck?)
Lil' bruh in the cut with that frrt
He tryna face some'

Roll up, that shit get fish filleted
(Frrt) , we take shit on dinner dates (Oh
Yeah)
Oh, you must ain't heard about the last
Nigga? He couldn't hit the brakes
That ARP shoot very fast, nigga
You better tie your lace (Tapped)
We bent the block, ain't no
Escape, he tried to run, he met the Drac'
(Come here) so that's another dirty 'K
His bodybag got put away (Most def')
We shakin' shit with 308s
That boy ain't blow, he jumped the gate
(Oh, yeah)
I got the gas, could wake and bake
Glock blow up the plug just for a plate
(Go get it)
Stick and move, no time to waste
Just poured up a four, i'm feelin' great
(yeah)
Was on us, I did the chase, we burnin' up
We got away (We geekin')

Look, rockstar lifestyle
I pray to God I make it
(I pray to God I make it)
All these diamonds on me
Dare one of you fuck niggas try to take it
(Come here)
I'm a real trench baby, it's in my blood
I ain't gotta fake it (On God)
Since he talkin' to the pigs
We gon' turn that nigga ass to bacon
(Glaow, ayy)

Turn a bitch ass 'to some food
(Glaow, glaow, hoo)
Niggas be cappin' for the 'net
They puttin' on for views (On gang)
And I'm quick to up that heater (Ayy)
That's why I be tryin' to keep my cool
(Aight) young nigga world, all we know
Is get this money, break the rules
Heavy motion, even when I'm sittin' still
I'm makin' moves, heavy motion, nigga, uh
Quick to fuck a nigga over (Huh?)
I put lean inside my soda
(I put lean inside my Sprite)
I'll book a rapper and rob him
I couldn't be no damn promoter
(On gang, nigga) and my T-shirt slim fit
I came out the pussy a soldier
(Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)
Broke that shit inside her chest
My heart cold as North Dakota (yeah)

Broke that shit inside her chest
My heart cold as North Dakota