[ Featuring and Jamar Rose ]
Bitch im feeling like a rockstar
Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car
Pants down damn caught me f*ckin on a pop star
Give a f*ck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars
And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark
Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart
Hahaha
And we don't play round we spray rounds
If I slide then I swing like a playground
Big Lord Death droppin buckets when it's game time
Bout to headbang dreads swang I got hang time
Underworld gang we the fam I got mob ties
I could leave your body sketched in chalk like a outline
Don't got respect for no bitches thats run through
She said she love me I told that bitch f*ck you
Niggas such a bitch I think that nigga need a muzzle
Call up J Rose he find the pieces to the puzzle
Long trench coat big dick on the inside
Dark shades any time of day cuz I'm big blind
Bat shit blowin cat piss when the moon rise
We disturbed now we see the world in a new light
Woke up with a hang over ima die a legend
Pussy ass rappers sugar coat it they'll be diabetic
Man of science put my hand to Zion through these dianetics
Porn stars and the foreign cars that's where I am headed
Aye
Locksmyth dreads knock a bitch in the mosh pit
Godsend got it f*cked up cuz I'm conscious
Fear no man no plan for the fallen
We get obnoxious look what it cost him
Yak puddles pour one for my homie I'm still breakin down my last bundle
Elbows on my table Mother f*cker it's the last supper
5 finger ring on me bitch you feel these brass knuckles
Know I keep that sting on me hit you with this mad ruckas
Ugh
Bitch im feeling like a rockstar
Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car
Pants down damn caught me f*ckin on a pop star
Give a f*ck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars
And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark
Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart
Hahaha
And we don't play round we spray rounds
If I slide then I swing like a playground
Aye, we f*ck it up
Feeling like a scaggy cause I always keep it tucked
That boy tryna pressure me I pull up with a pump
Gat pack a punch we aint tryna say wassup
Turn that boy to a zombie
How am I scared when he rocks Abercrombie
Got a suppresser not talking salami
But I guess it's still a stick bitch
Shot the blicky got him zipping like a ripstick
I'm a psycho
Talking shit on twitter now he saying it a typo
How you talking shit when your main bitch is sucking my toe
Said he got a draco, that's a geico
How you know my name and still wonder how I got the crown
My reign undisputed they be talking shit in proper nouns
When I'm on my block I have not seen an op around
Got that black mamba mentality I aint gon put the chopper down
Bitch im feeling like a rockstar
Pull up in the lambo but i left out in a cop car
Pants down damn caught me f*ckin on a pop star
Give a f*ck about your spot we pulling up and pop stars
And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark
Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a poptart
Hahaha
And we don't play round we spray rounds
If I slide then I swing like a playground
