rockstar demon

Yeah
Real rockstar demon, niggas know what the fuck I'm on
Niggas know how I rock when I got that Glock
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Uh
Yeah

Say you having that, nigga where yo breesh at?
Say you moving weight, nigga where yo keys at?
Oh you say you trappin' nigga where yo Ps at?
Post up on your strip, nigga where yo G at?
Push up on your bitch, tell that hoe I need that
Saint Laurent my jeans, that shit cost like 3 racks
I come from that block, where they throw them Bs at
RedEye SRT, bitch I'm in that mean cat

I just fucked this hoe, told that bitch to keep it low
Say she got a man, bitch I'm hoping he don't know
Then I look right up, see a nigga text her phone
Say "it's getting late, baby when you coming home?"
I just get to laughing cause my dick was in her throat
Why he getting mad, nigga knew she was a hoe
Said he on my head, and he say he got the Lo'
Can't wait until I see him, up that Gen and let it blow

Taliband Vamp, niggas know I'm on that shit
Rockstar demon nigga rock out like I'm KISS
Fuck up on that bitch, put my kids right on her lip
And all these niggas rats, they be out here giving tips
These niggas talk to the cops, you wasn't there on that block
Go act a fool, right after school, nigga I set up the shop
We sipping lean on the rocks, JDOT he keep him a mop
Counting this breesh, it's a-lot
Green laser beam on the chop

You can't come back to your hood, cause you not a real nigga
You ain't send no shots, you ain't squeeze them real triggers
Tough up on the net, man you niggas love Twitter
I could get you spin't, bitch I know some real hitters
Could never say I'm fake, cause Lil Roy a real nigga



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Writer(s): Kount Valley
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