Stranger (Rockstar)
Rockstar shit, semi on me is a banger (Yea yea)
(Aye, Ross sauce it up)
(Yea, yea) Don't be a stranger
(Yea, yea) Don't be a stranger
Yea, know we totin' on bangers
Down to stretch a nigga like a hanger
Rockstar shit, semi on me is a banger
223's stretch a nigga like a hanger
Run this shit, like I came out of the manger
Suck it, like you know me
Bitch, don't be a stranger
I ain't with that bullshit (Nah)
I'm on go with it
Couple million in my pocket (Uh-huh)
I'mma go get it
Talkin' crazy out his neck, till I put a hole in it
Rockin' all that fake shit
It ain't even gold really
It ain't even gold for real (Grah)
Keltec with a scope, Leave you overkilled (Grah)
When I blow, they gon' ask me
"Did you sell your soul for real?"
Nah bitch, I had a goal to get gold for real
I wanna get another girl, but I don't think I have enough
Got a bow in my pocket, maybe I should shoot the plug
Aiming from the side for you, baby I'mma kill for love
I did all of that for the bitch, but she giving up
Tryna flex but all that shit is overhyped
Got a groupie hoe, tryna suck with overbite
Ex bitch tryna say that it's over, right
But now she tryna come back, stayin' overnight
I got no love for a jezebel
These hoes can never tell
Lookin' in the room, saw your face, but your never there
They really tryna take my soul, but I'm never scared
Yea and honestly, I don't think I ever cared
Rockstar shit, semi on me is a banger
223's stretch a nigga like a hanger
Run this shit, like I came out of the manger
Suck it, like you know me
Bitch, don't be a stranger
I ain't with that bullshit (Nah)
I'm on go with it
Couple million in my pocket (Uh-huh)
I'mma go get it
Talkin' crazy out his neck, till I put a hole in it
Rockin' all that fake shit
It ain't even gold really
Look at these chains on my body (Uh-huh)
Yea, look at these chains on my shawty (Uh-huh)
Tryna box me in, but bitch I'm not Roddy
Sippin lean, shit turnin me into a zombie
Coolin' on yo block, with amiri jeans on me when I shop
Oh that's yo bitch, better keep it cool, fore' your ass get popped
And I need a couple million when im signin' it (Yea)
If you ain't got a bonus for me, I ain't signin' it (Yea)
Rockstar shit, semi on me is a (Aye, aye)
223's stretch a nigga like a (Aye, aye)
Diamond mind the gang, dmmg that's the gang
Yea Yea Yea, fuck what you claim
Dmmg the gang yea
Diamond mind the gang, dmmg that's the gang, yea
Yea, yea dmmg
Yea, yea
Rockstar shit
(Aye, Ross sauce it up)
(Yea, yea) Don't be a stranger
(Yea, yea) Don't be a stranger
Yea, know we totin' on bangers
Down to stretch a nigga like a hanger
Rockstar shit, semi on me is a banger
223's stretch a nigga like a hanger
Run this shit, like I came out of the manger
Suck it, like you know me
Bitch, don't be a stranger
I ain't with that bullshit (Nah)
I'm on go with it
Couple million in my pocket (Uh-huh)
I'mma go get it
Talkin' crazy out his neck, till I put a hole in it
Rockin' all that fake shit
It ain't even gold really
It ain't even gold for real (Grah)
Keltec with a scope, Leave you overkilled (Grah)
When I blow, they gon' ask me
"Did you sell your soul for real?"
Nah bitch, I had a goal to get gold for real
I wanna get another girl, but I don't think I have enough
Got a bow in my pocket, maybe I should shoot the plug
Aiming from the side for you, baby I'mma kill for love
I did all of that for the bitch, but she giving up
Tryna flex but all that shit is overhyped
Got a groupie hoe, tryna suck with overbite
Ex bitch tryna say that it's over, right
But now she tryna come back, stayin' overnight
I got no love for a jezebel
These hoes can never tell
Lookin' in the room, saw your face, but your never there
They really tryna take my soul, but I'm never scared
Yea and honestly, I don't think I ever cared
Rockstar shit, semi on me is a banger
223's stretch a nigga like a hanger
Run this shit, like I came out of the manger
Suck it, like you know me
Bitch, don't be a stranger
I ain't with that bullshit (Nah)
I'm on go with it
Couple million in my pocket (Uh-huh)
I'mma go get it
Talkin' crazy out his neck, till I put a hole in it
Rockin' all that fake shit
It ain't even gold really
Look at these chains on my body (Uh-huh)
Yea, look at these chains on my shawty (Uh-huh)
Tryna box me in, but bitch I'm not Roddy
Sippin lean, shit turnin me into a zombie
Coolin' on yo block, with amiri jeans on me when I shop
Oh that's yo bitch, better keep it cool, fore' your ass get popped
And I need a couple million when im signin' it (Yea)
If you ain't got a bonus for me, I ain't signin' it (Yea)
Rockstar shit, semi on me is a (Aye, aye)
223's stretch a nigga like a (Aye, aye)
Diamond mind the gang, dmmg that's the gang
Yea Yea Yea, fuck what you claim
Dmmg the gang yea
Diamond mind the gang, dmmg that's the gang, yea
Yea, yea dmmg
Yea, yea
Rockstar shit
Credits
Writer(s): Nayshawn Pierre
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