Rockstar Lyrics – DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch | Reel Goats

Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, baby?
How you pull up?

(oh, oh, oh)

How you pull up? 
I pull up
(woo, seth in the kitchen)

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

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 busting

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 fucking bucket

Going for buckets
I bought a chopper
I got a big drum
It hold a hundred
Ain’t goinh for nothing

I’m ready to air it out
On all these niggas
I can see em running

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 something 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 busting
(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 swerving

I got the mop
Watch me wash em like detergent
And I’m balling
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 talking 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 busting (woo)
And if I ain’t enough
Go get the chop…!