ROCKSTAR ft. Jamar Rose, LIME KING & Lord Death Lyrics

Bitch im feeling like a rockstar

Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car

Pants down damn caught me fuckin on a pop star

Give a fuck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars

And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark

Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart

Hahaha

And we don't play round we spray rounds

If I slide then I swing like a playground

Big Lord Death droppin buckets when it's game time

Bout to headbang dreads swang I got hang time

Underworld gang we the fam I got mob ties

I could leave your body sketched in chalk like a outline

Don't got respect for no bitches thats run through

She said she love me I told that bitch fuck you

Niggas such a bitch I think that nigga need a muzzle

Call up J Rose he find the pieces to the puzzle

Long trench coat big dick on the inside

Dark shades any time of day cuz I'm big blind

Bat shit blowin cat piss when the moon rise

We disturbed now we see the world in a new light

Woke up with a hang over ima die a legend

Pussy ass rappers sugar coat it they'll be diabetic

Man of science put my hand to Zion through these dianetics

Porn stars and the foreign cars that's where I am headed

Aye

Locksmyth dreads knock a bitch in the mosh pit

Godsend got it fucked up cuz I'm conscious

Fear no man no plan for the fallen

We get obnoxious look what it cost him

Yak puddles pour one for my homie I'm still breakin down my last bundle

Elbows on my table Mother fucker it's the last supper

5 finger ring on me bitch you feel these brass knuckles

Know I keep that sting on me hit you with this mad ruckas

Ugh

Bitch im feeling like a rockstar

Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car

Pants down damn caught me fuckin on a pop star

Give a fuck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars

And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark

Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart

Hahaha

And we don't play round we spray rounds

If I slide then I swing like a playground

Aye, we fuck it up

Feeling like a scaggy cause I always keep it tucked

That boy tryna pressure me I pull up with a pump

Gat pack a punch we aint tryna say wassup

Turn that boy to a zombie

How am I scared when he rocks Abercrombie

Got a suppresser not talking salami

But I guess it's still a stick bitch

Shot the blicky got him zipping like a ripstick

I'm a psycho

Talking shit on twitter now he saying it a typo

How you talking shit when your main bitch is sucking my toe

Said he got a draco, that's a geico

How you know my name and still wonder how I got the crown

My reign undisputed they be talking shit in proper nouns

When I'm on my block I have not seen an op around

Got that black mamba mentality I aint gon put the chopper down

Bitch im feeling like a rockstar

Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car

Pants down damn caught me fuckin on a pop star

Give a fuck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars

And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark

Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart

Hahaha

And we don't play round we spray rounds

If I slide then I swing like a playground