Rockstar Life

Rockstar shit, yeah
Smoking on my cig', yeah
Got a bad lil' bitch, yeah
And this bitch so thick, yeah
Clown, uh, come on, huh
(D. Hill)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh
I want more, yeah

Slatt, yeah, hold up
Pop this trunk, real, yeah (Real, yeah)
I'm 'bout to make this bitch strip, yeah (Strip)
Yeah (Yeah), I'm 'bout to give this bitch a tip (Yeah)
Homixide (Yeah), I'm 'bout to put this bitch on a flick (Yeah)
Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, yeah), YSL cheetah, G (Yeah)
She's a cheetah, she a cheetah, she with me again (Oh, yeah)
Don't get caught in the mix talking 'bout me again (Ah)
I made an opp pack, yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (He dead)
He need a surgeon, a surgeon, yeah (What?)
Everything I do, I put it in bottles, since— (Yeah)
Upside down, crashed the Scat, but I'm worth it, yeah (What? Yeah)
Pussy ass nigga (Yeah), get to working, yeah (Okay)
Yeah, diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet, yeah (Uh-uh)
Pussy niggas, yeah, they still hating, yeah (Uh-uh)
Niggas hate, they ain't even in my bracket, yeah (What? What? What? What? What?)
I'm in L.A., like what's braggin'? Yeah (Bitch)
Uh-uh
Niggas not me, yeah, rockstar life, the Bimmers as black as the blunts is (Yeah, yeah)
Pretty as fuck, baby, like I'm Billie Jean, yeah (Yeah)

Uh-uh (What?)

Watch how I lean, I got racks on my sleeve
I'm that shit, I'm that being, yeah-yeah, uh-uh (Yeah)
Don't call my phone (Yeah), I been getting it (Yeah), yeah, uh-uh (What?)
All these hoes like to tweet, yeah-yeah, uh-uh
Audemar playing, that's just my time, Homixide
I been on some shit, I been on that Carti mode (Mellow)
All these niggas know that I been having more (What?)
And I been having the most, uh-huh (What? Yeah)
Turned the bitch into a ghost, uh-huh (Yeah)
(Homixide, Homixide), I'ma thug it out
I been a pro (Okay)
I'm a young nigga (Okay), I might fuck the bitch on a GoPro (Okay)
Sell drugs, something on the low (Okay)
If I see an opp coming, yeah, aim at the ho (Okay, okay)
We gon' aim at the 'o, huh-huh
If we see the cops behind us, we gon' crash, on the dough, huh-huh
We might crash on your folks, I might kick through yo' door (Why?)
I gotta let you hoes know (Why?)
Young nigga, billy goat
Throw your horns up, ho
Throw your horns up, ho (Yeah)