Rockstar Lifestyle (OG) lyrics

[Intro: BTG Peso]
(Yung Lan on the track)
Rockstar lifestyle, make not make it
Got keep a rollie, I don't want no one to take it

[Verse 1: BTG Peso]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Rockstar lifestyle, make not make it
I gotta keep a rollie, I don't want no one to take it
I just seen a light skin b*tch she was naked
She said she gon' f*ck with me cuz she know I got
Lights out, lights out, might don't make it
I just keep a rollie, don't want no one to take it
Lifestyle, it's crazy
Yeah she f*ckin' with me, she wan' have my babies
Young n*gga world, diamonds and pearls
Yeah you f*cked up I could have gave you the world
Got a light skin Cinderella, yeah she just got curls
She don't wanna f*ck, she just love me for my money
It's a shame, I be feeling sometimes I wanna hm
Ain't gon say it, but you know I'll get it
If a n*gga gon' f*ck with me gon' get it
One, two, three, f*ck with me, yeah it's a lifestyle
Rockstar lifestyle, might gon' make it
Gotta keep a rollie, I don't want no one can take it
Yeah I seen a light skin b*tch, she was naked
Yeah I got a Rollie
[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Rockstar lifestyle, rockstar lifestyle
Rich n*gga sh*t, $50 cigars
She say she love me cuz she see me in a foreign car
Baby, you ain't never ever drove this far
Harry Potter with my wrist, the way I whip it, it be magic
I ain't f*ck with these jits cuz they ain't really 'bout that action
Oh, who flabbergasted, I'm so tired
I keep smoking on that loud, got me high inside these days
I'ma smoke away the day, I keep tryna ease the pain
And I swear to God, I love the way lil' shorty give me brain
On my rockstar sh*t with Peso, you know that lil' brother twin
And, I f*ck that lil' b*tch again, Bortlen 'bout to spin the Benz

[Verse 3: YNW Bortlen]
Ooh, yeah, rock out
Yeah we fina rock out, rock out
Oh, yeah, rock out
And we doing that thing and we rocking out, oh
And we on the grind, these n*ggas, they hating
They bomin', what is going on
Oh, yeah we doin' it all
Yeah, oh, yeah, rock out
And I'm still in that b*tch, yeah, and I'm feeling that b*tch
Yuh, ooh
[Verse 4: BTG Peso]
Yeah, ayy, ayy, Cort' gave me the nine
You want me to shoot it? Want me to shoot it
Look the man in his eyes, you want me to do it?
You want me to do it? I'm so f*cking confused
I can't f*cking lose, I can't f*cking lose
But I took that L, we gon' sum like Taco Bell
And you better not make no sound
We gon' do that sh*t when nobody f*ckin' around
Ayy, ayy, yeah I'm from the G, that's my town
I know a n*gga lay it down

[Verse 5: YNW Melly]
Yeah, uh, lay 'em down
Hit a young n*gga who lay 'em down
I put the stripes away, I got your b*tch
And you know it's some type of way
She feeling some type of way, uh
Suck on my di*k today, hm
Met the ho on MySpace, I nutted on her face, huh
I want to know if you like me
Oh, you like me 'cause a n*gga so icy
pus*y n*gga you'll never get your chain back
Aha, you'll never get your chain, you'll never get your chain
She like a diamond ring, she pull up in a Maserati [?] it's a ring
I love her, I'm insane, I might just blow my brain
I'm playing b*tch I'm way too f*cking rich for this
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O-M-G, O-M-G, O-M-G
[Verse 6: YNW Sakchaser]
Uh huh, we run it up, tryna get the money
You one of a kind, why his ass still cold in the summer?
Rocking jean and boots, swim trunks rocking with timberland boots
And he don’t want no problem, all my n*ggas 'bout that drama
Upping them tools and choppas at your momma
n*gga there ain't no running no, slimy anaconda boy
Phewm, no don’t want a problem with us
Smoke, yeah, regardless if you run up
Boy you get burnt up
Shawty booling all around us
She wanna come with us and drew and turn up
Aye, well, we gon' be boolin' in a whip, lord
Shorty come swim and wave the water
Alligator biting your leg or some?
Then why you acting like a child, they don’t want no issue, no
And we grinding we lit, oh, woah, we tryna get a bag for sure
Soon we gon' be having them M’s
n*gga be talking like they with it
Wet 'em up and let 'em swim well, you almost died in there
You talk but you the one who dodging shells a lot
You know we riding around
Hula Hoop the way she shake her body
I give a f*ck you know I’m rowdy
How you got knowledge you didn’t go to college
I don’t even know, who are y’all?
Pull up, woah, wild dawg
He do not jump, he our dawg
Tools out the window, them wild boys