Wokstar
Look
Hehe
Yo' turn that shit up
I told my momma
Hehe
Like what
Told my momma I'm a rockstar
Drinkin' all this Wockhardt'
That forty I be grippin'
They won't catch me slippin'
Ski mask for the fashion
I better not catch you lackin'
You gon' get smoked boy
Turn you to a past tense
Told my momma I can't be broke I gotta get that CeeLo
W-When I'm dressed in all white I'm lookin' like a kilo
I heard you on a diet yo' pockets on that Keto
Keep a thottie' on me she boostin' up my ego
Got a forty for the fashion you won't catch me lackin'
If he run up on me he gon' be a has been
Shootin' like I'm Kobe I see a op I'm blackin'
Actin' like they know me when really they be cappin'
What happened?
They used to hate me then but they all love me now
And she yo' favorite bitch but she like slut me out
They used to hate me then but they all love me now
And she a faithful bitch
But talkin' sideways gets you packed up
B-bitch you better back up
We gon pull up on you
Better call for back up
They know what I'm gon do
When I'm finna' act up
She don't really want you
Better get your ass up
Momma I'm a rockstar
Drinkin' all this Wockhardt'
That forty I be grippin'
They won't catch me slippin'
Ski mask for the fashion
I better not catch you lackin'
You gon' get smoked boy
Turn you to a past tense
Hehe
Yo' turn that shit up
I told my momma
Hehe
Like what
Told my momma I'm a rockstar
Drinkin' all this Wockhardt'
That forty I be grippin'
They won't catch me slippin'
Ski mask for the fashion
I better not catch you lackin'
You gon' get smoked boy
Turn you to a past tense
Told my momma I can't be broke I gotta get that CeeLo
W-When I'm dressed in all white I'm lookin' like a kilo
I heard you on a diet yo' pockets on that Keto
Keep a thottie' on me she boostin' up my ego
Got a forty for the fashion you won't catch me lackin'
If he run up on me he gon' be a has been
Shootin' like I'm Kobe I see a op I'm blackin'
Actin' like they know me when really they be cappin'
What happened?
They used to hate me then but they all love me now
And she yo' favorite bitch but she like slut me out
They used to hate me then but they all love me now
And she a faithful bitch
But talkin' sideways gets you packed up
B-bitch you better back up
We gon pull up on you
Better call for back up
They know what I'm gon do
When I'm finna' act up
She don't really want you
Better get your ass up
Momma I'm a rockstar
Drinkin' all this Wockhardt'
That forty I be grippin'
They won't catch me slippin'
Ski mask for the fashion
I better not catch you lackin'
You gon' get smoked boy
Turn you to a past tense
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Mcclary
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