Rockstar (feat. NAV)

(Rok on the track, yeah)

High top socks with Gucci flips

Her ass fat, but is it real?

Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips

And my pants rockstar ripped (yeah)

Keed talk to 'em (rockstar, rockstar) (yeah)

(Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) (yeah)

Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (rockstar)

I ain't got a band, got bands in the ceil' (rockstar)

My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (rockstar, yeah)

Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (bling)

(Rockstar, rockstar) (woah)

(Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)

Have you ever fucked a superstar?

I'm a rockstar, I don't need a guitar

When I hit the gas, my engine fart

Driving a spaceship, land on Mars

Came in the game, I was popping seals (seals)

I just approved another deal (deal)

Tip me over, this drip gon' spill

Xo made me a cool ten mil'

I'm taking bets (bets) (yeah)

He sending threats, off with his neck (yeah)

Get my respect (yeah)

Fly to a check and hop on a jet

One man band

I made the beat, I own a hundred percent (no cap)

I be with slimes and I'm with Keed

And they gon' jump in the fans (yeah)

High top socks with Gucci flips

Her ass fat, but is it real?

Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips

And my pants rockstar ripped (yeah)

Keed talk to 'em (rockstar, rockstar) (yeah)

(Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) (yeah)

Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (rockstar)

I ain't got a band, got bands in the ceil' (rockstar)

My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (rockstar, yeah)

Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (bling)

(Rockstar, rockstar) (woah)

(Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)

I'm goin' right in

Treat the pussy like a pool, go ahead and dive in

Baby, ain't no top on the coupe, you can climb in

Yes, I hit the booty club, went and changed the climate

Ain't no cappin', nigga

Rockstar cuts in my jeans

VVS diamonds came from Water by G

Truck not rented, it didn't come with a lease

Get your ass whacked, give the shooters ten a piece

In a geeked out car, got a horse on the seat

Just got the drop on the man from his bitch

Nigga gettin' cheddar like a fuckin' Cheez-It

We was at Coachella with nothin' but bad bitches

Not McNabb

High top socks with Gucci flips (but I'm with NAV)

Her ass fat, but is it real? (Fat!)

Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips

And my pants rockstar ripped (yeah)

Keed talk to 'em (rockstar, rockstar) (yeah)

(Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) (yeah)

Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills (rockstar)

I ain't got a band, got bands in the ceil' (rockstar)

My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (rockstar, yeah)

Shit bitin' like Tyson on Holyfield (bling)

(Rockstar, rockstar) (woah)

(Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)