rockstar

Fuckin' on bad bitches, yeah that's what I'm on I'm a real rockstar, I just rocked your show Yeah, real rockstar, I did lines and coke Yeah, drug dealers, I got like 6 phones Yeah, don't f*ck with me, or I'll kill your bros Got a dark past, came from many lows Been gone for a long time Why these bitches still on my line? Why these bitches still want some from mine? Cannot share with them what's mine Now it's f*ck all y'all I'm on demon time I can't f*ck with y'all, yeah, y'all just wasting time Gave y'all time, yeah, to catch up It ain't my fault y'all ain't fucking catch up Now i run it up This stress got me fucked up This crack all in my sock I cannot f*ck with you These bands up in my pocket, yeah, my pocket's fat as f*ck Rick Ross all on my hands, yeah, my money obese as f*ck Ain't talking DJ Khaled, yeah, but God did it for us Ain't rocking upside down crosses, I ain't with all the fuss I got some millions on my bank, and I ain't talking Russ These bitches want my attention, but i can't give it up Yeah, yeah, yeah I can't give it up These bitches got me stuck They listen to my songs They don't f*ck with me They don't care about me They just want my money They just want a big fee Fuckin' on bad bitches, yeah that's what I'm on I'm a real rockstar, I just rocked your show Yeah, real rockstar, I did lines and coke Yuh, I ain't f*ck with you, lil' bitch