Rockstar (BLM Remix) Lyrics by DaBaby ft. Roddy Ricch is latest English song with music also given by them. Life song lyrics are written by DaBaby, Roddy Ricch.
Rockstar (BLM Remix) Song Detail
Singer: DaBaby, Roddy Ricch
Composer: DaBaby, Roddy Ricch
Lyrics by: DaBaby, Roddy Ricch
Rockstar (BLM Remix) DaBaby
Even if I told you, still wouldn’t understand what happened
Rather be myself, if people look at me, don’t matter
A rockstar, n—-, just tryna keep it kosher
Try to keep my eyes on my own paper like my teachers told me
Soon as n—– think it’s over (Poof)
Number one on the charts, I’m there vicariously
Oh, there they go by us
They pushin’ negative narratives, I’m ready though
Cops wanna pull me over, embarrass me
Abusin’ power, you never knew me, thought I was arrogant
As a juvenile, police pulled their guns like they scared of me
And we’re used to how crackers treat us, now that’s the scary thing
Want anything we good at and we cherish it
Now we all fed up and n—– comin’ back for everything
Rockstars, n—-, just watch the news, they burnin’ cop cars, n—-
Kill another n—-, break the law, then call us outlaws, n—-
What happened? Want us to keep it peaceful
Shoulda seen them hatin’ b—— face when I bought that Lamborghini (SethInTheKitchen)
Throw up my middle finger, police can’t catch me, this a
Brand new Lamborghini, f— a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n—- rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain’t no guitar, b—-, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that n—-, get to bustin’ (Woo)
And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop
It’s safe to say I earned it, ain’t a n—- gave me nothin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m ready to hop out on a n—-, get to bustin’
Know you heard me say, “You play, you lay,” don’t make me push the button
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a f—–’ bucket
Goin’ for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain’t goin’ for nothin’
I’m ready to air it out on all these n—–, I can see ’em runnin’
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
I’m really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let’s go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know ‘fore I run from a n—-, I’ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I’m always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a n—- in front of her before the age of two
And I’ll kill another n—- too
‘Fore I let another n—- do somethin’ to you
Long as you know that, don’t let nobody tell you different
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)
Let’s go
Brand new Lamborghini, f— a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n—- rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain’t no guitar, b—-, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that n—-, get to bustin’ (Woo, yeah)
And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah)
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
‘Cause the codeine had a young n—- swervin’
I got the mop, watch me wash ’em like detergent
And I’m ballin’, that’s why it’s diamonds on my jersey
Slide on opps’ side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
Fool me one time, you can’t cross me again
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
If he talkin’ on the yard, the pen’ dogs’ll take his chin
Maybach SUV for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
But they ain’t even want no smoke
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote
Let’s go
Brand new Lamborghini, f— a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n—- rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain’t no guitar, b—-, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that n—-, get to bustin’ (Woo)
And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop