Beautiful Rockstar (BONUS)

(Y2, is that you?) (Ha-ha-ha)
Follow me, follow me, riot (I miss you Bryce)
(Ooh-ooh)

I am a beautiful rockstar (uh)
I got some folks in my life I love, so I do this shit with my heart (yeah)
Put some motherfuckin' ice on me, so I can shine out in the dark (yeah)
When they put them lights on you, you better show them who you are (whoa)
(Skrr, skrr, skrr, go, whoa)

Take off like a rocket (ayy)
She said, "You know what you doin' to me"
"Faygo you really are not shit" (oh)
"But I thought you was just hot shit" (yeah-yeah)
"You leavin' me with no options" (yeah)
Gotta move past all the opp shit, okay
Can't get enough of that- (ayy, huh)

Can't get enough of that box (huh)
And she like a nigga who rocks her (yeah-yeah)
Get off of the rocks if you think a nigga is takin' my spot, okay
And you outta your block, thinkin' this shit will go, just stop (no)
Why they wanna know why I'm at the top? (Got-)
Faygo, man, where the fuck do you shop?
Baby, tell me why we never had love (whoa)
Fuck them niggas, they dumb

I was riding 'round the A with my thugs (grrh)
I was riding 'round the way with yo' bitch
Goin' ape, nigga, I'm going schitz'
M-Money pilin' like a motherfuckin' glitch
Shawty, I just wanna get to that clit
Can, can I eat it like some sugar and grits?
Can I beat it from the back? She said, "Okay" (yeah)
Get-get the money, ándale (yeah)

Workin' hard is all that I know
Gotta make sure Momma straight (yeah) (Momma)
Niggas outdated, too worried 'bout they placement (niggas they worried about)
You ain't gonna place it, nigga, if you ain't got no patience (yeah-yeah)
And I ain't got no competition, but I'm still racin' (yeah)
And you know you gotta watch yo' back
'Cause they be fakin' (go, go, huh) (yeah-yeah) (yeah-yeah)
Two-facin', ah (grrt, doom, yeah)

I am a beautiful rockstar (uh)
I got some folks in my life I love, so I do this shit with my heart (yeah)
Put some motherfuckin' ice on me
So I can shine out in the dark (yeah)
When they put them lights on you, you better show them who you are (show them who you are)
(Skrr, skrr, skrr, go, whoa)
Take off like a rocket, ayy

She said, "You know what you doin' to me"
"Faygo, you really are not shit" (oh)
"But I thought you was just hot shit" (yeah-yeah)
"You leavin' me with no options" (yeah)
Gotta move past all the opp shit, okay
Can't get enough of that- (whoa, bitch)

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Dontrel Burt
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