Rockstar lyrics

[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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 b*tch to kick some rocks, ayy
Now these b*tches hate me when I skrrt off on the block, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
With my bro, we on the run from cop cars
b*tch, 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 sh*t give me lock-jaw, ayy
Your main b*tch 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 b*tch, 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 b*tch popped a bean so she creepin' through the halls, ayy
I stay on my [?], I don't love these hoes at all, ayy