DaBaby - Rockstar (BLM Remix) ft. Roddy Ricch (Lyrics) Subscribe here: http://bit.ly/rapcitysub Follow us on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: http://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 http://www.soundcloud.com/rapcitysounds http://www.facebook.com/rapcitylife http://www.twitter.com/rapcity808 http://www.instagram.com/rapcitylife ➥ Follow DaBaby: http://www.soundcloud.com/dabilliondollarbaby http://www.facebook.com/babyjesus704/ http://www.twitter.com/dababydababy http://www.instagram.com/Dababy/ #DaBaby #Rockstar #BLM #Rapcity #RoddyRicch ➥ Lyrics: Even if I told you, still wouldn't understand what happened Rather be myself, if people look at me, don't matter A rockstar, n*gga, just tryna keep it kosher Try to keep my eyes on my own paper like my teachers told me Soon as n*ggas think it's over (Poof) Number one on the charts, I'm there vicariously Oh, there they go by us They pushin' negative narratives, I'm ready though Cops wanna pull me over, embarrass me Abusin' power, you never knew me, thought I was arrogant As a juvenile, police pulled their guns like they scared of me And we're used to how crackers treat us, now that's the scary thing Want anything we good at and we cherish it Now we all fed up and n*ggas comin' back for everything Rockstars, n*gga, just watch the news, they burnin' cop cars, n*gga Kill another n*gga, break the law, then call us outlaws, n*gga What happened? Want us to keep it peaceful Shoulda seen them hatin' bitches face when I bought that Lamborghini (SethInTheKitchen) Throw up my middle finger, police can't catch me, this a [Chorus: DaBaby] Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n*gga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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*gga, get to bustin' (Woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop [Verse 2: DaBaby] It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a n*gga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to hop out on a n*gga, get to bustin' Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' 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*ggas, 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*gga, 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*gga in front of her before the age of two And I'll kill another n*gga too 'Fore I let another n*gga do somethin' to you Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch] Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n*gga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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*gga, get to bustin' (Woo, yeah) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Roddy Ricch] Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban 'Cause the codeine had a young n*gga 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 [Chorus: DaBaby] Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n*gga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, 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*gga, get to bustin' (Woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop