DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch – Rockstar Lyrics | Video

Lyrics Rockstar – DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch

Wooo, I pull up, like
How you pull up Baby
How you pull up
How you pull up I pull up
Seth in the kitchen, let’s go

Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
Whip the pistol off my hip like I’m a cop
Have you ever met a real n**ga rockstar
This ain’t no guitar b**ch, this a Glock

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My Glock told me, the problem is gon’ squee-squeeze
Baby let me go the day you need me
She hooked me on that d**k and get to bussin’
And if I ain’t enough go get the chop

It safe to say I earned it, ain’t a n**ga gave me nothin’
I’m ready to hop out on a n**ga, get to bussin’
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**kin’ bucket

Goin’ for buckets, I bought a choppa
I got a big drum to hold a hunnid, goin’ for nothin’
I’m ready to air it out on all these n**gas
I can see ’em runnin’
Just talked to my momma
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 before I run from a n**ga
I’ma pull it out and shoot
PTSD, I’m always waking’ up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a n**ga in front of her
Before the age of two

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And I’ll kill another n**ga too
Before I let another n**ga do somethin’ to you
As long as you know that
Don’t let nobody tell you different
Daddy, love you

Let’s go
Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
Whip the pistol off my hip like I’m a cop
Have you ever met a real n**ga rockstar
This ain’t no guitar b**ch, this a Glock

My Glock told me, the problem is gon’ squee-squeeze
Baby let me go the day you need me
She hooked me on that d**k and get to bussin’
And if I ain’t enough go get the chop

Keep a Glock in when I ride in the Suburban
‘Cause the codeine got a young n**ga 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 app side and flipped the block back
My junior popped him and left him lopsided
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
You fooled 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 pin dogs’ll take his chin

Maybach SUV for my refugees
My block’s in the hood, put my 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 eνen wan’t no smoke
If I had to choose, then murder she wrote

Let’s go
Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
Whip the pistol off my hip like I’m a cop
Have you ever met a real n**ga rockstar
This ain’t no guitar b**ch, this a Glock

My Glock told me, the problem is gon’ squee-squeeze
Baby let me go the day you need me
She hooked me on that d**k and get to bussin’
And if I ain’t enough go get the chop…

➤ Written by SethInTheKitchen, Roddy Ricch & DaBaby
Album: Blame It On Baby
Produced by SethInTheKitchen
DaBaby | Roddy Ricch | 2020

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