Correction Lyrics Rockstar (Remix) by Roddy Ricch

Featuring(s) : Juice WRLD, XXXTENTACION, The Kid LAROI, Lil Uzi Vert, Roddy Ricch

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Lyrics

Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
How you pull up? I pull up (Woo, SethInTheKitchen)

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, b*t*h, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that n***a, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a n***a gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ready to hop out on a n***a, get to bustin'
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the b***on
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a f**kin' bucket
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out on all these n***as, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let's go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a n***a, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a n***a in front of her before the age of two
And I'll kill another n***a too
'Fore I let another n***a do somethin' to you
Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, b*t*h, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that n***a, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

I'm in it to win it, I'ma be the best, yes, sir
Started from the bottom, I ain't have no one, yes, sir
Had to get big on them n***as, Bruce Banner
Bro split wigs, turn a n***a to a dancer
I got hard, I got soft, what you want?
Since the day that I've been on, they been blowing up my phone
I can't hear 'em, I got all this loud in my lungs
Thumbin' through these blue faces while I'm smoking on Runtz
Uh, I'm in the hills (Ooh, yeah), countin' them bills (Ooh, yeah)
All baguette diamonds (Ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (Yeah)
Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince (Uh)
Now the crib look like Bel-Air, rip to Uncle Phil
Money big, Uncle Phil, twin Glocks, Phil and Lil
N***as hate, Uncle Tom, spin them off me, carousel
Get 'em off me, go to hell, silencer, kill 'em soft
Tecca'll take you for ransom, me, I'll put you in a coffin
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car (woah, yeah)
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar? (Yeah, woah)
This ain't no guitar, b*t*h, this a Glock (Woo, New guitar)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo, woah)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that n***a, get to bustin' (Woo, woah)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

Gotta go now (Go)
Gotta go, swervin' in my whip can't slow down (Go, skrrr)
Drivin' fancy cars, boy, I'm on the road now (Hmm)
Automatic start, my Vic take a code now (Now)
Yuh, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar (Guitar)
Why you pay so much for yo' Nissan? Because it's GTR (R)
First, I shift it, click it, burnin' rubber like I'm movin' dark (Yah)
Drive at night, I chop my top so I can relate to the stars
Yeah, relate to the stars
I'ma race you for a pink slip
I got nitrous in my car so tell me what you thinkin'
My adrenaline start pumpin' so I been stopped blinkin'

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, b*t*h, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that n***a, get to bustin' (Woo, yeah)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah)
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had a young n***a swervin'
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
Fool me one time, you can't cross me again
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin
Maybach SUV for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
But they ain't even want no smoke
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, b*t*h, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that n***a, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

Uh, smoking on that green, hell nah, oh, please
Oh, that's your b*t*h? Then why she with the gang all up on her knees?
You wanna build a future with her, but that b*t*h is for the streets
Let her blow it in the breeze, d**k in her mouth, now she can't speak

Rockstar lifestyle, on my Cobain sh*t ('Bain, yeah)
Got blacked out drunk and forgot who I came with (Came with)
Went home with two basic girls, f**k it, I was faded (On one)
Got your b*t*h, she pa**ed me the spliff, f**k it, I'ma face it
Okay, I'm drunk and it's late, I've lost all of my patience (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm 'bout to get high, pa** me the spliff, b*t*h, I'ma face it
Young, rich and wasted, probably on your b*t*h's playlist
I know they got a lot to say about me but won't say sh*t to me
I can't leave that sh*t in the past
Yeah, we used to be cool (Cool) and you used to make me laugh (Laugh)
But um, I can't be the man that you asked (You asked)
I just accepted that this sh*t will never, ever last

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, b*t*h, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo, Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Soon as you up me on that n***a, get to bustin' (Woo, Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Haha!)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ayy, yuh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Murder these flows like I murder these ho a** n***as
Where the f**k is your energy, bro?
Make your n***a deepthroat a Desert Eagle
If he try me like a ho, pu**y boy, that's on my soul
Make my flow shapeshift, cold expression like a facelift
At the publix with like eight grips if you talkin' all that ape sh*t
I'm not talkin' YMBAPE sh*t, but I'm bangin' on my chest, b*t*h
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Travelin' through the infinity, uh
You not that n***a, pretend to be, uh
All that bullsh*t do not get to me, uh
I am a spirit, an ent**y, uh
You just wan suck up my energy, uh
I am the realest since Kennedy, uh
You pu**y a** n***as f**kin' suck, you sound the same
I spit the pain, that's why these young n***as feel the same
They know I bang, I'll pull a f**kin' pistol out the Range and act insane (I'll pull a f**kin' pistol out the Range and act insane, yeah)

Brand new Lamborghini, f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, b*t*h, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that n***a, get to bustin'
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

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