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DaBaby - ROCKSTAR ft. Roddy Ricch (BLM Remix) ft. Roddy Ricch
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Composer
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Composer
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Mixing Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Glenn A Tabor III
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Jaylon "Lux" Charles
Jaylon "Lux" Charles
Recording Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Even if I told you, still wouldn't understand what happened Rather be myself, if people look at me, don't matter A rockstar, nigga, just tryna keep it kosher Try to keep my eyes on my own paper like my teachers told me Soon as niggas think it's over (Poof) Number one on the charts, I'm there vicariously Oh, there they go, by us They pushin' negative narratives, I'm ready though Cops wanna pull me over embarrass me Abusin' power, you never knew me, thought I was arrogant As a juvenile, police pulled their guns like they scared of me And we're used to how crackers treat us, now that's the scary thing Want anything we good at and we cherish it Now we all fed up and niggas comin' back for e'rything Rockstars, nigga, just watch the news, they burnin' cop cars, nigga Kill another nigga, break the law, then call us outlaws, nigga What happened? Want us to keep it peaceful Shoulda seen them hatin' bitches face When I bought that Lamborghini (SethInTheKitchen) Throw up my middle finger, police can't catch me, this a 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? 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 bustin' 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 fuckin' bucket Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin' I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin' 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 somethin' 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 bustin' (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 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 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 12 hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind If he talkin' 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, 30 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? 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
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Ross Joseph Portaro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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