ฟังเพลงROCKSTAR (BLM REMIX|Explicit)

Song: ROCKSTAR

Artist: DaBaby, Roddy Ricch

Lyrics: SethInTheKitchen, Roddy Ricch & DaBaby

Composed: SethInTheKitchen

Even if I told you, still wouldn't understand what happened

Rather be myself, if people look at me, don't matter

A rockstar, nigga, just tryna keep it kosher

Try to keep my eyes on my own paper like my teachers told me

Soon as niggas think it's over (Poof)

Number one on the charts, I'm there vicariously

Oh, there they go

Biasedly 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 niggas comin' back for everything

Rockstars, nigga, just watch the news, they burnin' cop cars, nigga

Kill another nigga, break the law, then call us outlaws, nigga

What happened? Want us to keep it peaceful

Shoulda seen them hatin' bitches face when I bought that Lamborghini (SethInTheKitchen)

Throw up my middle finger, police can't catch me, this a

Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah)

This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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 nigga, 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 nigga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, 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 fuckin' 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 niggas, 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 nigga, 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 nigga in front of her before the age of two

And I'll kill another nigga too

'Fore I let another nigga 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, fuck a cop car

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah)

This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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 nigga, 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 nigga 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, fuck a cop car

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah)

This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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 nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)

And if I ain't enough, go get the chop