CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Rockstar
I'm a real rockstar, lil' n***a
So I look like a rockstar, when I'm dripping
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me, right now
With a chain hangin' on 'em, n***a
When I'm walkin' through this b*t*h, I'm f**kin' wiped down
That's the reason why they hatin', n***a
We might have to go ahead and play the n***a
Up the stick and tell 'em "See you later, n***a"
I ain't makin' yellow, b*t*h, I made some figures
Yeah, this yellow b*t*h, she something like a Simpson
She said let's go, then let's get it, my n***a
All my n***as know if they with it, I'm with it
And you know I'm fresh like the food in your kitchen
Yеah, lil' b*t*h, I'm high, I can't finish my sentences
I been rеlaxin', don't know what got into me
Even though they never speak, I know my enemies
Sh*ts not the same, and it's really killin' me
But if you got my back, then you got my energy
I'm so deep in my bag, ain't no way you reachin' me
My lil' b*t*h a fashion killer, on a killin' spree
On designer gas, I'm coming through, I'm reekin', n***a
Only hang with killers, ain't no way you killin' me
I don't play with b*t*hes, ain't no way I'll play with n***as
Told you once, I'm slime, I might just have to snake 'em, n***a
I don't wait in line and ain't no way I'm payin', n***a
Tell 'em fall in line, I don't have time to wait on n***as
Ain't no way we talkin' unless it's 'bout paper, n***a
Ain't no way we f**kin' unless you get paper, baby
If he talkin' bad then, you know we gon' gun him down
I might die 'bout the bag, with a stick and a hundred rounds
I ran off on the plug, n***a, I can't come around
And I'm gettin' money, n***a, I'm not underground
All these b*t*hes wanna shoot they shot, something like a hunter now
I just gave 'em the run around
I'm a real rockstar, lil' n***a
So I look like a rockstar, when I'm dripping
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me, right now
With a chain hangin' on 'em, n***a
When I'm walkin' through this b*t*h, I'm f**kin' wiped down
That's the reason why they hatin', n***a
We might have to go ahead and play the n***a
Up the stick and tell 'em "See you later, n***a"
I ain't makin' yellow, b*t*h, I made some figures
Yeah, this yellow b*t*h, she something like a Simpson
She said let's go, then let's get it, my n***a
All my n***as know if they with it, I'm with it
And you know I'm fresh like the food in your kitchen
Yeah, lil' b*t*h, I'm high, I can't finish my sentences
So I look like a rockstar, when I'm dripping
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me, right now
With a chain hangin' on 'em, n***a
When I'm walkin' through this b*t*h, I'm f**kin' wiped down
That's the reason why they hatin', n***a
We might have to go ahead and play the n***a
Up the stick and tell 'em "See you later, n***a"
I ain't makin' yellow, b*t*h, I made some figures
Yeah, this yellow b*t*h, she something like a Simpson
She said let's go, then let's get it, my n***a
All my n***as know if they with it, I'm with it
And you know I'm fresh like the food in your kitchen
Yеah, lil' b*t*h, I'm high, I can't finish my sentences
I been rеlaxin', don't know what got into me
Even though they never speak, I know my enemies
Sh*ts not the same, and it's really killin' me
But if you got my back, then you got my energy
I'm so deep in my bag, ain't no way you reachin' me
My lil' b*t*h a fashion killer, on a killin' spree
On designer gas, I'm coming through, I'm reekin', n***a
Only hang with killers, ain't no way you killin' me
I don't play with b*t*hes, ain't no way I'll play with n***as
Told you once, I'm slime, I might just have to snake 'em, n***a
I don't wait in line and ain't no way I'm payin', n***a
Tell 'em fall in line, I don't have time to wait on n***as
Ain't no way we talkin' unless it's 'bout paper, n***a
Ain't no way we f**kin' unless you get paper, baby
If he talkin' bad then, you know we gon' gun him down
I might die 'bout the bag, with a stick and a hundred rounds
I ran off on the plug, n***a, I can't come around
And I'm gettin' money, n***a, I'm not underground
All these b*t*hes wanna shoot they shot, something like a hunter now
I just gave 'em the run around
I'm a real rockstar, lil' n***a
So I look like a rockstar, when I'm dripping
Yes, I got these waxed denims on me, right now
With a chain hangin' on 'em, n***a
When I'm walkin' through this b*t*h, I'm f**kin' wiped down
That's the reason why they hatin', n***a
We might have to go ahead and play the n***a
Up the stick and tell 'em "See you later, n***a"
I ain't makin' yellow, b*t*h, I made some figures
Yeah, this yellow b*t*h, she something like a Simpson
She said let's go, then let's get it, my n***a
All my n***as know if they with it, I'm with it
And you know I'm fresh like the food in your kitchen
Yeah, lil' b*t*h, I'm high, I can't finish my sentences
