"Real RokkStar" lyrics
BabyLife, got that big-ass Drac' on me, you know that's tight (Frrt)
Blowback for my gang and pullin' my stain, you know I'm raw
Nigga ass say the wrong thing 'bout mob, GL4 10 fucked up his night
Put the address on that shit, you say, "Won't ride no kite" (Address)
Pulled out fifteen racks, ain't write no check, you know that's light (Racks)
I gotta kill my opp, that Draco Mini, yeah, that's on sight (Drac')
Left your bitch 'round me, that bitch get flipped, you know that I might (Uh)
And them BL Vamps popped out that cut with ARP like, "Yeah" (Frrt)
I just popped this Xan', I'm too damn fried
Pop this Perc', I'm too damn high
Chopper gon' make that boy bye-bye
I'm so snaked out, I don't know why
The bitch suck dick so good, got shy
Beat that boy like Kimbo Slice
Bend that block, I did that twice
These niggas soft as fuck, they nice
Act up, made that boy kneel on Rice (Rice)
Shot that boy, I FaceTimed him, no Skype (Pass)
Pass that bitch, she not my type (Set)
And my set clean, my shit white (Brrt)
I'm gon' kill that shit all night
Micros and .50's, my brothers locked down in that can, huh
He got way too comfortable, niggas choppin' off his hand, huh
That Drac' in my bag, give no fuck, can tell by the way I stand, huh
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, you ain't execute your plan, huh
Mom said I gotta man up, I locked down, I got jammed up
EBG everything, I told nigga to get his bands up
7.62 to that boy face, better put his hands up
'Lato 41, I smoke that thing, can't feel my face
Chop his dreads off, he was talkin' 'bout my gay girl like Andrew Tate
Catch them now, I cannot wait
Lil' Glokk, I'm finna hold my weight
Fat-ass nug, this not no shake
Private rankin', it made that Kel-Tec have that gat
Got that shit, these bullets sendin' prayers
Popped this Xan', no wake and bake
He get smoked like vapin'
Capo said, "Go get 'em, eat that plate" (Yeah)
Fuck 1-2 [?], fuck JP, damn, skrrt off on them jakes (Skrrt)
I had these sticks since May (Yeah)
Hold this now, he might be gay
OVO, nigga tote that Drac' (Brrt)
Pop that pill, it fake
Oh my, feelin' like that I got laced (Laced)
Shots fly, I can't lack
That's my thot, that's not my bae
When the hell I crack lil' Shae?
Two different AR, I beat that case (Brrt)
Real rockstar, real rockstar, woah (Rockstar)
Nigga get to swervin' that bitch, I seen that cop car (Swervin' that goddamn—)
Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, they sweet as Pop-Tarts (She talkin' 'bout goddamn—)
Fuck that bitch, I take that bitch on seven dates, huh (Take that bitch on—)
Put tattoos on my face, mob call me Kevin Gates (Tattoos on my face)
They not solid no more, but I used to be 438, huh (Brrt)
Use that bitch for bait, your bitch bad, let's fuckin' trade
Blowback for my gang and pullin' my stain, you know I'm raw
Nigga ass say the wrong thing 'bout mob, GL4 10 fucked up his night
Put the address on that shit, you say, "Won't ride no kite" (Address)
Pulled out fifteen racks, ain't write no check, you know that's light (Racks)
I gotta kill my opp, that Draco Mini, yeah, that's on sight (Drac')
Left your bitch 'round me, that bitch get flipped, you know that I might (Uh)
And them BL Vamps popped out that cut with ARP like, "Yeah" (Frrt)
I just popped this Xan', I'm too damn fried
Pop this Perc', I'm too damn high
Chopper gon' make that boy bye-bye
I'm so snaked out, I don't know why
The bitch suck dick so good, got shy
Beat that boy like Kimbo Slice
Bend that block, I did that twice
These niggas soft as fuck, they nice
Act up, made that boy kneel on Rice (Rice)
Shot that boy, I FaceTimed him, no Skype (Pass)
Pass that bitch, she not my type (Set)
And my set clean, my shit white (Brrt)
I'm gon' kill that shit all night
Micros and .50's, my brothers locked down in that can, huh
He got way too comfortable, niggas choppin' off his hand, huh
That Drac' in my bag, give no fuck, can tell by the way I stand, huh
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, you ain't execute your plan, huh
Mom said I gotta man up, I locked down, I got jammed up
EBG everything, I told nigga to get his bands up
7.62 to that boy face, better put his hands up
'Lato 41, I smoke that thing, can't feel my face
Chop his dreads off, he was talkin' 'bout my gay girl like Andrew Tate
Catch them now, I cannot wait
Lil' Glokk, I'm finna hold my weight
Fat-ass nug, this not no shake
Private rankin', it made that Kel-Tec have that gat
Got that shit, these bullets sendin' prayers
Popped this Xan', no wake and bake
He get smoked like vapin'
Capo said, "Go get 'em, eat that plate" (Yeah)
Fuck 1-2 [?], fuck JP, damn, skrrt off on them jakes (Skrrt)
I had these sticks since May (Yeah)
Hold this now, he might be gay
OVO, nigga tote that Drac' (Brrt)
Pop that pill, it fake
Oh my, feelin' like that I got laced (Laced)
Shots fly, I can't lack
That's my thot, that's not my bae
When the hell I crack lil' Shae?
Two different AR, I beat that case (Brrt)
Real rockstar, real rockstar, woah (Rockstar)
Nigga get to swervin' that bitch, I seen that cop car (Swervin' that goddamn—)
Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, they sweet as Pop-Tarts (She talkin' 'bout goddamn—)
Fuck that bitch, I take that bitch on seven dates, huh (Take that bitch on—)
Put tattoos on my face, mob call me Kevin Gates (Tattoos on my face)
They not solid no more, but I used to be 438, huh (Brrt)
Use that bitch for bait, your bitch bad, let's fuckin' trade
