Rock$tar

I’m tryna smash out rage out Tell em we turning the page now I’m on yo block let it rain out I’m finna pass it to sage (hol up) Funny we up in a wraith now Used to be scammin on pay pal Used to be dealing wit cash it’s all in the past The bands in the bank now Why is you talkin lil boy you irrelevant You ain’t about it that shit is so evident They wanna chirp but they never gon settle it They be so pussy just like they ain’t celibate big dawgs Big talk My Brodie he wanna get rich And I was just doin this shit as a joke I would never expect it to turn out like this Yuh You get the picture Big stunt Curly headed got me bricked up I’m low ridin there ain’t no hiding When they come and get ya Low mileage my Silverado Ridin in a big truck Ridin in that big body Forgiato rims on Damn this a lil pimp song I got my lil kicks on Sorry you just mad yo shawty Got me as her ringtone Really ain’t my fault tho She like how I ball tho I keep my shit hidden Tryna find me it’s like Waldo If you want it gotta work for it Work horse Won’t survive boy you ain’t built for it So don’t force It Big dog up in this bitch N He don’t bark he up them blicks His team up 50 in the city Get your shit get wicked Is this real life shit huh Or is this fake then I’m so tired of these fake bitches mane they got snake heads I said Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Drop a few hats Do this shit on camera my hammer don’t f*ck with fake friends Hit em the grrt and make em eat that Michael fucking Jordan in this bitch you George mikan I said (X2) Bop Bop Bop You can get hit (X2) Rockstar Rock out in talking big shit Block star Glock tucked You can get hit