Texty
She wanna fuck with a Rockstar so you know imma let her
I spent like three on this G-Star and its Rick Owen leather
They sayin BlacBoy you three hard but I'm just getting better
Spinning yo block with no regards yea we leaving it wet up
My neck so cold need a check up, I got my foot on they throat never let up
Thirty round slice his dome like a edge up, demon turn into a ghost hit the pedal
Fresh off a jugg with my main mans and we splitting the profit
No you cant come to them ganglands yea we getting it popping
I'm throwing bands make em rain dance, she trying to fuck on my main mans
Why would I trip know we all paid, wrecking that pussy like all state
Gun on my hip I can't walk straight, sliding with shootas no ball play
Used to catch me in the hallway, now they bumping all my shit screaming all day
Trap jumping got that bit like a kangaroo
Racks thumbing I can show you a thing or two
Flat stomach suck it up like she brainless too
Say fuck it drop the top got a brainless coupe
Trap jumping got that bit like a kangaroo
Racks thumbing I can show you a thing or two
Flat stomach suck it up like she brainless too
Say fuck it drop the top got a brainless coupe
She wanna fuck with a Rockstar so you know imma let her
I spent like three on this G-Star and its Rick Owen leather
They sayin BlacBoy you three hard but I'm just getting better
Spinning yo block with no regards yea we leaving it wet up
My neck so cold need a check up, I got my foot on they throat never let up
Thirty round slice his dome like a edge up, demon turn into a ghost hit the pedal
Fresh off a jugg with my main mans and we splitting the profit
No you cant come to them ganglands yea we getting it popping
She wanna fuck with a Rockstar, all of my niggas they trap stars
Niggas know we into it no cap boy, we been busy getting to all them racks boy
State to state like a trooper life fast forward
Trying to space out the coupe and the dashboard
Gettin' face from ya boo I ain't ask for it
Let's just face it it's true know I'm that boy
NGH in the club
Bottle bitches in the VIP and they showing us love
Prada dripping proud of me cuz I knew what it was
Proud of me but doubted me treated me like a scrub
But it's all gon change I'm calling gang we up
She wanna fuck wit a mobstar, you know imma let her
I could spend three on this Wockhardt but this Glock even better
They like FifthWard boy you three hard I'm just getting better
Spinning yo block with no regards we leaving it wet up
My neck so cold need a check up, I got my foot on they throat never let up
Thirty round slice his dome like a edge up, demon turn into a ghost hit the pedal
Fresh off a jugg with my main mans and we splitting the profit
Niggas cant come to the gangland, cause we getting it popping
(Take your time, lemme change your mind, take your time, yeah)
(She wanna fuck with a rockstar, she wanna fuck with a rockstar, she can't fake it)
Writer(s): Darian D.
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