rockstar lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm a real rockstar, lil' n*gga
So I look like a rockstar, when I'm dripping
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me, right now
With a chain hangin' on 'em, n*gga
When I'm walkin' through this b*tch, I'm f*ckin' wiped down
That's the reason why they hatin', n*gga
We might have to go ahead and play the n*gga
Up the stick and tell 'em "See you later, n*gga"
I ain't makin' yellow, b*tch, I made some figures
Yeah, this yellow b*tch, she something like a Simpson
She said let's go, then let's get it, my n*gga
All my n*ggas know if they with it, I'm with it
And you know I'm fresh like the food in your kitchen
Yеah, lil' b*tch, I'm high, I can't finish my sentences

[Verse]
I been rеlaxin', don't know what got into me
Even though they never speak, I know my enemies
sh*ts not the same, and it's really killin' me
But if you got my back, then you got my energy
I'm so deep in my bag, ain't no way you reachin' me
My lil' b*tch a fashion killer, on a killin' spree
On designer gas, I'm coming through, I'm reekin', n*gga
Only hang with killers, ain't no way you killin' me
I don't play with b*tches, ain't no way I'll play with n*ggas
Told you once, I'm slime, I might just have to snake 'em, n*gga
I don't wait in line and ain't no way I'm payin', n*gga
Tell 'em fall in line, I don't have time to wait on n*ggas
Ain't no way we talkin' unless it's 'bout paper, n*gga
Ain't no way we f*ckin' unless you get paper, baby
If he talkin' bad then, you know we gon' gun him down
I might die 'bout the bag, with a stick and a hundred rounds
I ran off on the plug, n*gga, I can't come around
And I'm gettin' money, n*gga, I'm not underground
All these b*tches wanna shoot they shot, something like a hunter now
I just gave 'em the run around
[Chorus]
I'm a real rockstar, lil' n*gga
So I look like a rockstar, when I'm dripping
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me, right now
With a chain hangin' on 'em, n*gga
When I'm walkin' through this b*tch, I'm f*ckin' wiped down
That's the reason why they hatin', n*gga
We might have to go ahead and play the n*gga
Up the stick and tell 'em "See you later, n*gga"
I ain't makin' yellow, b*tch, I made some figures
Yeah, this yellow b*tch, she something like a Simpson
She said let's go, then let's get it, my n*gga
All my n*ggas know if they with it, I'm with it
And you know I'm fresh like the food in your kitchen
Yeah, lil' b*tch, I'm high, I can't finish my sentences