Xanman - Rockstar lyrics

(Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy, that probably Tago)
Hell, hell huh?
(Hello, Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?)
Why the fuck you talkin’ like that? Hm?
(Hello) who the fuck?
You gay why the fuck you talkin' like that?

(Hello, hello, hello mate)
Fuck is you, British?
Moving the pan like I'm making some spinach
Big plug, lil nigga, I ain’t fitted
Martin Luther King, I had an image
Nah, bitch, no, I didn't
I wanted to be in the
Hood with the drug dealers, uh
Shout out to Kayydoo the plug killer (What?)

Rockstar, uh, uh, uh rockstar
Chopper rock with the like a rockstar, huh?
Chopper hit like a rockstar
Chopper rock uh, like a rockstar


Uh, like a rockstar
Chopper rock with the - like a brrrt
Huh? Bitch!

Hol' Xan, you and my man take a flick
(Hell no) hell no
I beat the pot, nigga, with my elbow
Gucci flips, nigga these ain't no shell toes
Huh? Delete it what you say? Ain't repeat it
Cut the beat, conceited bah! Bah!
Chopper rock with the guitar
Got a Ruger on me
Wilding out with the Glock
Got the shooter with me
I got a couple bitches
Got some Hooters with me
This ain't U-Haul, I got the movers with me
You a big trapping nigga? Where them Ps at?
Get shot, six seconds, like King Bach
Hol' Xan, can you give me my lean back? Nope
You can get shot in your
Head where you dream at
White plug doing 'shrooms
I stay with the tree like I’m Rocket Raccoon
I X a nigga out, no Uber or pool
I want all the smoke in the world like a Juul
Shoot at his mother
(Well, that’s kinda cruel)
Big plug gon' walk on an opp like a mule
They call me the shit
I ain’t talking the stool
My shooter with dreads, he look like Lil Dude
Lil' bitch wanna be rich from the hood
Fortnite when I creep in the woods
Walk down on lil' cuz and got shook
Feel like an alternator, I'm in the hood

(Hello, hello, huh? Uh, Hello mate)
Fuck is you, British?
Moving the pan like I’m making some spinach
Big plug, lil nigga, I ain't fitted
Martin Luther King, I had an image
Nah, bitch, no, I didn't
I wanted to be in the
Hood with the drug dealers, uh
Shout out to Kayydoo the plug killer (What?)

Rockstar, uh, uh, uh, rockstar
Chopper rock with the - like a rockstar, huh?
Chopper -like a rockstar
Chopper rock uh, like a rockstar
Uh, like a rockstar
Chopper rock with the - like a -Brrr
Huh? Bitch!

I got a couple of shooters in Laurel
(Hi, I'm Carl) when they start hating
They make you go harder
I gave you my last dime
You wouldn't give me a dollar
Twin glicks, Sister, Sister, like Roger
I'm in LA, I might go to Nevada
They calling me Eden, I creep in your garden
I come in your stu
I might shoot at your artist
You don't want contact, like you Hopsin
Big keys, we got keys like a locksmith
Keep a hammer, I feel like Thor: Ragnarok
In the streets, it's still RIP sir Trap-A-Lot
Huh? Call me Steve Jobs, nigga, I mack a lot
Pull on her hair, she arch her back a lot
Bitches gon' go whether I got racks or not
Went on a plane, nigga, I ain't pack a lot

Hello mate, Fuck is you, British?
Moving the pan like I'm making some spinach
Big plug, lil' nigga, I ain't fitted
Martin Luther King, I had an image
Nah, bitch, no I didn't
I wanted to be in the
Hood with the drug dealers, uh
Shout out to Kayydoo the plug killer

Rockstar, uh, uh, uh, rockstar
Chopper rock with the - like a rockstar, huh?
Chopper -like a rockstar
Chopper rock uh, like a rockstar
Uh, like a rockstar
Chopper rock with the - like a -Brrr
Huh? Bitch!

Where your father going? To hell, hell yeah
Hell yeah highway
Where your aunt going? To hell hell
Where your mother going? To hell hell
Where we going? Nah, you going to
Hell, nigga, I'm going to Heaven, nigga
Big hell nigga