Life of a RockStar

I rock the Cartier wit a lil Cartier
I had to go head amiri my jeans
I went to sleep on the bitch while she giving my head
I had just drunk a 4 of some lean
I count a hundred thousand all hundreds
My thumb turning blue cause ain't nun of them green
We aint go beef bout nun of these hoes, we just go put a new freak on the team yeah
Nigga my wrist on aqua
We been drinking lean like baba
Really walk down with the choppa
And we smoke gas like rasta "rasta"
We dont want to never see a cop car
Kus we live life of a rockstar

31 hundred for these new buff, it cost me a few extra g's
16 hundred for these new classic c's
I can see all of the fake love through these
Use to sleep on the floor, trap, and run from police
Now we spend all these racks on buffs yeah at sallies
I just now cop me a choopa to shoot at the opps
My nigga throwed he might shoot at the cops
Runtae he doing sixteen off a robbery
I'm in a cayenne and thats what they calling me
I'm getting money i'm flexing
I'm bout to spend a thirty on my necklace
I keep going drop you off on your exit
These louis v's a few racks invested
I keep showing all these racks kus im destine
If a nigga play my dawgy go dead that
In a charger nigga a hellcat
Switching lanes young nigga you feel that
Come and shop and ima go seal that
Ima point and nigga go kill that
You a lame nigga a real jack
I got tricks I'm popping a wheely

I rock the Cartier wit a lil Cartier
I had to go head amiri my jeans
I went to sleep on the bitch while she giving my head
I had just drunk a 4 of some lean
I count a hundred thousand all hundreds
My thumb turning blue cause ain't nun of them green
We aint go beef bout nun of these hoes, we just go put a new freak on the team yeah
Nigga my wrist on aqua
We been drinking lean like baba
Really walk down with the choppa
And we smoke gas like rasta "rasta"
We dont want to never see a cop car
Kus we live life of a rockstar

Ashy to classy, runts in my ashes
I buy designer but not in a fashion
She ride my dick like she riding on a banshee
I took the brick and I went and saran'd it
Nigga don't walk in my yard, I'm stanley
We came from noodles so steaks is fancy
She want to fuck cause I'm rich and handsome
I took the pussy, he paying her Ransom
I made a milly, so why would i quit
26 racks sit on top of my wrist
Ima make everybody hate me like chris
Shooter pull out that fye if he ball up his fist
All of my haters can fall off my dick
Ain mad at my ex ima ball on that bitch
Smoke is smoke ain call it quit
Why my closet look like it's a mall in that bitch
Walk a lil different when your shoes cost racks
Stay out that sewer, oin fuck with no rats
Gotta get you pop you fuck up my pack
I'll get slime pull up like slatt
Just a few racks i'll make tha back
Ain never ran, nigga oin like track
Ain finna go back and forth with no jack

I rock the cartier wit a lil cartier
I had to go head amiri my jeans
I went to sleep on the bitch while she giving my head
I had just drunk a 4 of some lean
I count a hundred thousand all hundreds
My thumb turning blue cause ain't nun of them green
We aint go beef bout nun of these hoes, we just go put a new freak on the team yeah
Nigga my wrist on aqua
We been drinking lean like baba
Really walk down with the choppa
And we smoke gas like rasta "rasta"
We dont want to never see a cop car
Kus we live life of a rockstar



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Writer(s): Manquez Lovett
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