ROCKSTÆR Lyrics

Everything lit

Homicide, homicide

With the gang

Homicide, homicide

Homicide, homicide

Homicide, homicide

Homicide, homicide, homicide

Everything lit

Homicide, homicide

Homicide, homicide

My niggas roll by your shit

We making it live nigga

She tryna go up bout' the shit

We shoot at your eyes nigga

I don't trust no bitch

I do not trust these hoes

I got Louis Vuitton on fit

I got Amiri on my clothes

My little bitch, she bold

All of my diamonds is froze

I got a freaky lil' bitch

Finna go take off her clothes

I'm in that Maybach truck

Don't care what you ask me

Told that bitch I am that nigga

Girl if you ask me

Yeah, I got the cash

We serve by the pack

She throwing that ass

I'm gripping her back

Get to the benjamins

Get to the racks

I gave her the dick

Don't know how to act

Got a bad girl

Tryna see what's up with me

Get that lil' boy out the lake

Yeah, he's swimming deep

Nigga pull up with AKs

Know what's up with me

Yeah, shoot at your knees

I get the money for free

I got that little bitty bad bitch

I got a little bitty of freak

Fuck that bitch in the Maybach truck

Bad lil' hoe, i'm finna pull up

Tight ass jeans, gripping her butt

Turn the lil' bitch, right into a slut

I got a cougar tryna say what's up

I get the money, I keep it a buck

Keep it a buck with me

Freak bitch put her on her knees

Bad bitch said she know to never leave

Turn that lil' hoe to a freak, freak

Freak