OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? Rockstar, Rockstar (Woahhh, Woahh-ohhh, Aye)
Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it (She wanna chill like, "Woah!")
Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?" Rockstar, Rockstar (Told her to "Hit my Phone", Gang-Gang-Gang)
Rockstar, Rockstar (Woahhh, Woahh-ohhh, Finatic)
(We could fuck on the low, Im So Slimee)
Rockstar, Rockstar (Don't nobody gotta' know)
Sometimes, I be deep in my thoughts
Thinkin' 'bout, all of the battles I fought
Sometimes, it be battles I won
Sometimes, it be battles I lost
These people would tell you what you wanna hear, but, most of that shit be false
And, these niggas be snakes
I'll line his ass, if he cross
Get the bag, I feel like a boss
Cop from the mall, I don't care what it cost
And, she wanna Kick it with me
She put her Foot on my Balls
We in the bed, she gettin' tossed
She wanna get Prego', cuz' i'm drippin' Sauce
Shut ya mouth, cuz' I don't wanna talk
Bitch, I don't need yo' negative thoughts
Lil bro' On the Edge
So, he ain't gettin' spared
He better not come thru here (hair)
I'll put holes in his beard
And, my lil bro' be anxioues
He ain't never scared
All these bitches messy
And, all these niggas weird
Lil mama', just come over here
I'ma nut on yo' face, had to make that clear
Big Clipper, start choppin' his hair
Light up his bulb, a great idea
Gun "Poof", make him disappear
Can't find him anywhere
Bitch, you can't roll with me
Cuz', I don't fuck with squares
Woahhh, Woahh-ohhh
Told her "I just wanna vibe"
Told her to "Just let it rock"
Woahhh, Woahh-ohhh
She gon' eat my Joe
And, gimme' Sloppy top
She wanna chill like, "Woah!"
Told her to "Hit my Phone"
We could fuck on the low
Don't nobody gotta' know
She give me the Greenlight?
You know, i'ma Go!
And, I hit from the back
Got her standin' on her tippie-toes
Sometimes, I be deep in my thoughts
Thinkin' 'bout, all of the battles I fought
Sometimes, it be battles I won
Sometimes, it be battles I lost
These people would tell you what you wanna hear, but, most of that shit be false
And, these niggas be snakes
I'll line his ass, if he cross
Get the bag, I feel like a boss
Cop from the mall, I don't care what it cost
And, she wanna Kick it with me
She put her Foot on my Balls
We in the bed, she gettin' tossed
She wanna get Prego', cuz' i'm drippin' Sauce
Shut ya mouth, cuz' I don't wanna talk
Bitch, I don't need yo' negative thoughts
Lil mama', just come over here
I'ma nut on yo' face, had to make that clear
Big Clipper, start choppin' his hair
Light up his bulb, a great idea
Gun "Poof", make him disappear
Can't find him anywhere
Bitch, you can't roll with me
Cuz', I don't fuck with squares
Woahhh, Woahh-ohhh
(She wanna chill like, "Woah!")
(Told her to "Hit my Phone")
Woahhh, Woahh-ohhh
(We could fuck on the low)
(Don't nobody gotta' know)
OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?"
(Woahhh, Woahh-ohhh)