DaBaby, Roddy Ricch - ROCKSTAR lyrics

Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.

[DaBaby, Roddy Ricch - ROCKSTAR lyrics]

Woo, woo i pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up?
(Oh, oh,  oh) how you pull up? I pull up
(Woo, SethInTheKitchen)

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?
(yeah)
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, 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?
(yeah)
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
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?
(yeah)
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

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