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(Dang J.T.S., I don't even know about this one)

Yeah, Yeah

Big guns, big guns on god

And I live that rockstar life, yuh

She gon' dance, she like Mike, right there

I'm so high, shit, but I'll be all right

Give a fuck 'bout living right, shit

I'ma live my life, bitch

I don't got no type, shit, but you can be my type shit

Rockstar life shit, big guns no fighting

Twins tote that pipe, shit, I strike just like lightning

New racks, type shit

Talking mansions

Did I mention?

I'm enlightened, I'm out of this dimension

Yuh, she wanna fuck, but I'm done with fuckin' fans, bitch

Yeah, tote that pipe, yeah, that bitch be doing damage

Yeah, hunnid racks, yeah, hunnid racks

Brand new truck, big back,

We spin first, go spin back

Time froze, wrist flash

Pockets fat like my bitch ass

Walk into the bank, I be laughin' with my rich ass

If you want some smoke, call my phone, we can get that

Heard they took your twin, you ain't spin, where your get back?

If it's 'bout my bread or my check, I'ma get that

They like where you been, all that shit how you did that?

Nigga, fuck, yen, fuck Jaydes

Sippin' wok, purple like some Kool-Aid

Yuh, what you want, tell that ho it's too late

Yuh, I'm goin' up, tell them boys it's too late

Big guns, big guns on god

And I live that rockstar life, yuh

She gon' dance, she like Mike, right there

I'm so high, shit, but I'll be all right

Give a fuck 'bout living right, shit

I'ma live my life, bitch

I don't got no type, shit, but you can be my type shit

Rockstar life shit, big guns no fighting

Twins tote that pipe, shit, I strike just like lightning