"Rockstar Life" lyrics
Rock-star shit. Yeah
Smoking on my cig. Yeah
Got a bad little bitch. Yeah
And this bitch so thick. Yeah
Glamour. Uh. Galore. Huh
(D. Hill)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah. Uh
I want more. Yeah
Slatt. Yeah. Hold up
My bitch unreal. Yeah (Real. Yeah)
I'm 'bout to make this bitch strip. Yeah (Strip)
Yeah (Yeah). I'm 'bout to give this bitch a tip (Yeah). Homixide (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to put this bitch on a flick (Yeah)
Homixide (Homixide. Homixide. Yeah)
YSL cheetah jeans (Yeah)
She's a cheater, she a cheater, she with me again (Oh. Yeah)
Don't get caught in the mix talking 'bout me again (Ah)
Aim at a opp pack. Yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (He dead)
He need a surgeon, a surgeon. Yeah (What?)
Everything I do, I put it in verses (Yeah)
Upside-down crosses. Yeah. But I'm worth it. Yeah (What? Yeah)
Pussy ass nigga (Yeah), get to working. Yeah (Okay)
Yeah. Diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet. Yeah (Uh-uh)
Pussy niggas. Yeah. They stay hating. Yeah (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't even on my bracket. Yeah (What? What? What? What? What?)
I'm in L.A.. Like "What's bracking?" Yeah (Bitch)
Uh-uh
Niggas not me. Yeah. Rock-star life. The Beatles. Baby [?] (Yeah. Yeah)
Pretty as fuck, baby, like I'm Billie Jean. Yeah (Yeah)
Uh-uh (What?)
Watch how I lean, I got racks on my sleeve
I'm that shit, I'm that bih'. Yeah-yeah, uh-uh (Yeah)
Don't call my phone (Yeah), I been geeked (Yeah). Yeah. uh-uh (What?)
All these hoes like to tweak. Yeah-yeah, uh-uh
Audemars playing, that's just on my timezone (Zone)
I been on some shit, I been on that Carti mode (Mode)
All these niggas know that I been having hoes (What?)
And I been having the most, uh-huh (What? Yeah. Homixide. Homixide. Homixide)
Turned the bitch into a ghost, uh-huh (Yeah. Homixide. Homixide. Homixide. Homixide, oh. Yeah)
(Homixide. Homixide) I'm 'a thug it out, ho'
I been a pro (Okay)
I'm a young nigga (Okay), I might fuck the bitch on a GoPro (Let's go, okay)
Sell drugs, something on the low (Okay)
If I see a opp coming. Yeah. Aim at the hoe (Okay, okay)
We gon' aim at the 'O. Huh-huh
If we see the cops behind us, we gon' crash on the dough, huh-huh
We might crash on your folks. I might kick through your door. (Why?)
I gotta let you hoes know (Why?)
Young nigga been the G.O.A.T.
Throw your horns up, hoe
Throw your horns up, hoe (Yeah)
Smoking on my cig. Yeah
Got a bad little bitch. Yeah
And this bitch so thick. Yeah
Glamour. Uh. Galore. Huh
(D. Hill)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah. Uh
I want more. Yeah
Slatt. Yeah. Hold up
My bitch unreal. Yeah (Real. Yeah)
I'm 'bout to make this bitch strip. Yeah (Strip)
Yeah (Yeah). I'm 'bout to give this bitch a tip (Yeah). Homixide (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to put this bitch on a flick (Yeah)
Homixide (Homixide. Homixide. Yeah)
YSL cheetah jeans (Yeah)
She's a cheater, she a cheater, she with me again (Oh. Yeah)
Don't get caught in the mix talking 'bout me again (Ah)
Aim at a opp pack. Yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (He dead)
He need a surgeon, a surgeon. Yeah (What?)
Everything I do, I put it in verses (Yeah)
Upside-down crosses. Yeah. But I'm worth it. Yeah (What? Yeah)
Pussy ass nigga (Yeah), get to working. Yeah (Okay)
Yeah. Diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet. Yeah (Uh-uh)
Pussy niggas. Yeah. They stay hating. Yeah (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't even on my bracket. Yeah (What? What? What? What? What?)
I'm in L.A.. Like "What's bracking?" Yeah (Bitch)
Uh-uh
Niggas not me. Yeah. Rock-star life. The Beatles. Baby [?] (Yeah. Yeah)
Pretty as fuck, baby, like I'm Billie Jean. Yeah (Yeah)
Uh-uh (What?)
Watch how I lean, I got racks on my sleeve
I'm that shit, I'm that bih'. Yeah-yeah, uh-uh (Yeah)
Don't call my phone (Yeah), I been geeked (Yeah). Yeah. uh-uh (What?)
All these hoes like to tweak. Yeah-yeah, uh-uh
Audemars playing, that's just on my timezone (Zone)
I been on some shit, I been on that Carti mode (Mode)
All these niggas know that I been having hoes (What?)
And I been having the most, uh-huh (What? Yeah. Homixide. Homixide. Homixide)
Turned the bitch into a ghost, uh-huh (Yeah. Homixide. Homixide. Homixide. Homixide, oh. Yeah)
(Homixide. Homixide) I'm 'a thug it out, ho'
I been a pro (Okay)
I'm a young nigga (Okay), I might fuck the bitch on a GoPro (Let's go, okay)
Sell drugs, something on the low (Okay)
If I see a opp coming. Yeah. Aim at the hoe (Okay, okay)
We gon' aim at the 'O. Huh-huh
If we see the cops behind us, we gon' crash on the dough, huh-huh
We might crash on your folks. I might kick through your door. (Why?)
I gotta let you hoes know (Why?)
Young nigga been the G.O.A.T.
Throw your horns up, hoe
Throw your horns up, hoe (Yeah)
