
ROCSTAR Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Woke up
Look at my pockets
Them hoes fat but They not fat enough
Only hit twice
But she say That she love me it ain't Adding up
I'm bouta trip again Lil geeky off that acid Huh
I mix the cc right up with the bb I made that bitch fall in love
I got that chrome heart
Might fall off the wockhardt
Turn right into a rockstar
Pull Up in that fast car vroom
Racks bigger than yards yuh
Hop in that push-start
Opps say they pull up huh
Boy you a false alarm
Rocking Dior and ksubi's
Bitch we gon fuck
We gon make a lil movie
And they all be callin me locxo Cause all these hoes really be groupies
Everything clean, rich, boujee
I make the money shuffle
Like it's uzi
That bitch got that crank
She gotta big booty
We getting the p's
So you know That we movin
Yeah yeah
Yeah all of my Shi really groovy
And you know she fuck with the team
The diamonds be sitting the ap be moving
Told ha boot up bitch get groovy
And shout to migo
He get this Bitch zooted
Walked in the door
Get geeked Leave you clueless
And you know I get racks
Lil bih I do this yeah yeah
Look over my shoulder lil bitch
It's all gettin colder Yeah I know it
Yeah I just walked up in the freezer I feel like a witch fin go make a potion
Heh you ain getting no money
Lil boy huh
You ain't been putting in motion
Huh and I bet I go spend all these racks and make it right back cause I know that I'm rollin
Yeah and I'm bussin right out these pockets can't fit em I don't realize how much I'm holding
Yeah I'm fin go boot up with god The realest lil geeky lil bitch how I'm floating
And they said I'm the best
And I know it
Lil bitch I'm chosen
Pour the fiji with that wock Wockafina sip on ocean Yeah yeah yeah
Ay Woke up
Look at my pockets
Them hoes fat But not fat enough
Moly with perc bitch on deck Yeah bitch we adding up
My body geekin
Everything clean everything bling
Chrome heart jacket from serving them fiends
No new friends this a million dolla team
Fresh all white this Fresh off the beam
Bitch I woke up
Soon as we walked up in tha spot This bih got jumping Yeah bitch we woked up
The bandz got to many knots
He played with his life
So bitch we choked em
Choked em
Money so big it can talk
Don't come back yeah till he got walked
Eating on steak and shrimp with a boss
Twenty-four a bowl
Yeah this what it cost
Tony Montana that money be dancing
100 bowls shipped out yeah when we landing
Driving them bricks all thru tha canyons
Two-one-four luh hoe I'm from Dallas
I got that chrome hearts
Might fall off that wockhardt
Turn right into a rockstar
Pull up in that fast car
Racks bigger than yards
Hop in that push-start
Opps say they pull up
Boy you a false alarm