Rockstar - Yatta

Lose your man, come party with a rockstar

Poppin' percocets, I’m sippin' wockhardt

Postin' pictures but you really not hard

Talkin' down, I let my brodie pop off

Pull up on your bitch and drop the top

You know my money long, so I can’t fit that in a box

She was on my bag, I told that bitch to kick some rocks, ayy

Now these bitches hate me when I skrrt off on the block, ayy, ayy

With my bro, we on the run from cop cars

Bitch, I get it, jumpin' like a Pop-Tart

Talkin' dirt gon' get yo' brodie knocked off

She gon' give me toppy with her top off

She gon' eat up, she damn near made me nod off, ayy

Geekin' off the molly, that shit give me lock-jaw, ayy

Your main bitch a freak, she let me hit it raw dog, ayy

I’ve been makin' plays so baby said I ball hard, ayy

Geekin' with my bitch, she pourin' fours out

She thumbin' through hunnids when she pull up to the dogs house

Two hoes in my whip, when I hop out, I’m blowin' smoke out

I ran out of percs, I hit my plug, I need some more now

I don’t answer calls, I won’t get involved

I’m just posted with my dogs, grab the work and send it off, ayy

Your bitch popped a bean so she creepin' through the halls, ayy

I stay on my, I don’t love these hoes at all, ayy

Lose your man, come party with a rockstar

Poppin' percocets, I’m sippin' wockhardt

Postin' pictures but you really not hard

Talkin' down, I let my brodie pop off

Pull up on your bitch and drop the top

You know my money long, so I can’t fit that in a box

She was on my bag, I told that bitch to kick some rocks, ayy

Now these bitches hate me when I skrrt off on the block, ayy, yeah