Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rockstar status, all on me, I hop up in the cut
And that bitch so bad, But I really feel like
She aint doing enough
When I walk up in the club, with a big ole' nine
Gotta keep it tucked-
If I told you I love you
Then tell me that you love me back
I saw you in the club
You broke my heart
I know that for a fact
Thousand bitches in the club
Still got me thinking bout the last
Pop this Percocet
I get geeked up
I hope I f*cking crash
Rockstar status all up on my body when I hop up in the cut
When I'm f*cking on a slut
When I get from round these scrubs
I'ma Kurt Cobain myself if I don't make it out this mud
Where the f*ck the Twenty-Seven club
I aint even Twenty-One-
R-R-Rockstar status
I-I-I-I'm sliding out lil' Bitch
With my big ole' luh automatic
You-You-Y- You know me and Remi in it
And we got that Rockstar status
I-I-I I dont know why the f*ck they keep on talkin'
Hit 'em with a Automatic
Bop, Bop, Bop, Bop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rockstar status, all on me, I hop up in the cut
And that bitch so bad, But I really feel like
She aint doing enough
When I walk up in the club, with a big ole' nine
Gotta keep it tucked-
If I told you I love you
Then tell me that you love me back
I saw you in the club
You broke my heart
I know that for a fact
Thousand bitches in the club
Still got me thinking bout the last
Pop this Percocet
I get geeked up
I hope I f*cking crash
Rockstar status all up on my body when I hop up in the cut
(Make it out this Mud)
(Twenty One)