ROCKSTAR (Feat. Roddy Ricch)

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, SethInTheKitchen Chorus: DaBaby 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 Verse 1: DaBaby 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 Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch 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 Verse 2: Roddy Ricch 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 Twelve 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, 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 Chorus: DaBaby 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