"Real RokkStar" lyrics
Baby, I've got that big-ass Draco on me, you know that's tight (Frrt)
Blowback for my gang and pullin' my stain, you know I'm raw
If your ass say the wrong thing 'bout mob, GL4 tempo fucked up his night
Put the address on that shit, you say, won't ride no kite (Address)
Put down fifteen racks and 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 on me, that bitch get flipped, you know that I might (Uh)
In the [?], we'll pop out that cut with ARP like, yeah (Frrt)
I just popped this Xan', I'm too damn fucked
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, [?]
Shot that boy, I facetimed him on Skype
Pass that bitch, she not my type
And my set clean, my shit white
I'm gon' kill that shit on live
Micro's and .50's, my brothers locked down in that can, huh
Got way too comfortable, niggas chopping off his hand, huh
The Drac' in my bag and no fuckin' tellin' 'bout the way I stand, huh
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, you ain't execute your plan, huh
Mom said I got man up, I locked down, I got jammed up
EBG everything, I tell this nigga to get his bands up
7.62 to that boy face, better put his hands up
'Lato 41, I smoke that thang, can't feel my face
Chop his dreads off, he was talkin' 'bout my girl gay like Andrew Tate
Catch them now, I cannot wait
Lil' Glokk, I'm finna hold my weight
Fat-ass [?], this not no shake
Private rank [?]
Got this shit, these bullets [?]
Popped this Xan, no wake and bake
He get smoked like vape
Hop outside, go get them, eat that plate
Fuck [?], fuck [?], then skrrt off on them jakes (Skrrt)
I hold these sticks [?]
Hold on now, he might be gay
OVO, nigga tote that Drake (Brrt)
Pop that pill, it fake
Oh my, feelin' like that I got laced (Laced)
Chopper, I can't lay
That's a thot, that's not my bae
When the hell I crack lil' Shae?
Two different AR's, beat that case (Brrt)
Real rockstar, real rockstar (Rockstar)
Nigga get to swervin' that bitch, I seen that cop car (Swervin' that god damn—)
Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, they sweet as Pop-Tart (Talkin' 'bout god damn—)
Fuck that bitch, I take that bitch outside today, huh (Take that bitch out—)
Put tattoos on my face, mob call me Kevin Gates (Tattoos on my face)
I'm not silent no more, but I used to be from 38 (Brrt)
Use that bitch for bait
Your bitch bad as fuck, let's trade
Blowback for my gang and pullin' my stain, you know I'm raw
If your ass say the wrong thing 'bout mob, GL4 tempo fucked up his night
Put the address on that shit, you say, won't ride no kite (Address)
Put down fifteen racks and 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 on me, that bitch get flipped, you know that I might (Uh)
In the [?], we'll pop out that cut with ARP like, yeah (Frrt)
I just popped this Xan', I'm too damn fucked
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, [?]
Shot that boy, I facetimed him on Skype
Pass that bitch, she not my type
And my set clean, my shit white
I'm gon' kill that shit on live
Micro's and .50's, my brothers locked down in that can, huh
Got way too comfortable, niggas chopping off his hand, huh
The Drac' in my bag and no fuckin' tellin' 'bout the way I stand, huh
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, you ain't execute your plan, huh
Mom said I got man up, I locked down, I got jammed up
EBG everything, I tell this nigga to get his bands up
7.62 to that boy face, better put his hands up
'Lato 41, I smoke that thang, can't feel my face
Chop his dreads off, he was talkin' 'bout my girl gay like Andrew Tate
Catch them now, I cannot wait
Lil' Glokk, I'm finna hold my weight
Fat-ass [?], this not no shake
Private rank [?]
Got this shit, these bullets [?]
Popped this Xan, no wake and bake
He get smoked like vape
Hop outside, go get them, eat that plate
Fuck [?], fuck [?], then skrrt off on them jakes (Skrrt)
I hold these sticks [?]
Hold on now, he might be gay
OVO, nigga tote that Drake (Brrt)
Pop that pill, it fake
Oh my, feelin' like that I got laced (Laced)
Chopper, I can't lay
That's a thot, that's not my bae
When the hell I crack lil' Shae?
Two different AR's, beat that case (Brrt)
Real rockstar, real rockstar (Rockstar)
Nigga get to swervin' that bitch, I seen that cop car (Swervin' that god damn—)
Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, they sweet as Pop-Tart (Talkin' 'bout god damn—)
Fuck that bitch, I take that bitch outside today, huh (Take that bitch out—)
Put tattoos on my face, mob call me Kevin Gates (Tattoos on my face)
I'm not silent no more, but I used to be from 38 (Brrt)
Use that bitch for bait
Your bitch bad as fuck, let's trade
