Blakk Rokkstar

Huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh

What the fuck?

That's some 808s, yeah, better duck

Step-back fadeaway, I'm shootin' shit up

City to city, state to state, yeah, I'm bootin' shit up

What the fuck? I'm not surprised

Boy, that 'fit ain't nothin', who told you lies?

I'm outside with a freak mask, oh, this my disguise

Heard you got caught lackin', damn, that's sad, you gotta move wise

I'm tatted up tribal, mama, do you see me?

I made them hoes flock before I copped the Lamborghini

You reach for this chain, now my gang screamin' free me

Bitch, this not Vivienne Westwood, ho, these real VVs

I can show you how to pop it, huh, huh, she like, "Teach me"

I don't need no jewelry, eyes weary

Shawty got that water, think she from Missouri

Cocaine, Pelle Pelle jacket, Evisus to match it

Racks pokin' out my fuckin' pockets, so she know I'm havin'

Sweeped her off her feet, yeah, she Jasmine, yeah, and I'm Aladdin

Yeah, big boots on her, steppin' on your neck, this not for fashion, yeah

Chrome Hearts on, crosses up, but my life upside down

You say I can't come to what? They know I'm good out the town

You ain't got no hood, you ain't got no block

You ain't got no gang, these niggas be cops

I'll put that stick right to your face and watch your piss run down your socks

Pick a number, add a double-0, these niggas be makin' up blocks

It's only double-O, these niggas know I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black rockstar

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I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black-

(Wake up-)

Ha, ha

Call that bitch (ha), she'll kill somethin' (ha)

Novocaine (ha), I don't feel nothin' (ha)

Get out your feelings (ha), get in your bag (ha)

I dropped the ceilings (ha), I made 'em mad (ha)

Popped a Tesla (ha), takin' off on they ass (ha)

You'd think I had propellers (ha), 'cause I'm so fly (ha)

I'm the pilot (ha), I got my wings now (ha)

Porsche GT3RS (ha), got the wing out (ha)

All that brat shit (ha), what you singing 'bout? (Ha)

You don't need no diamond tester (ha), my diamonds blingin' out (ha)

Pointers in the chain (ha), look like polka dots (ha)

Bruh got a casino (ha), I got a poker thot (ha)

She like DMT (ha), she like acid (ha)

Sendin' me flicks, I'm 'bout to send her through the mattress (ha, ha)

Fuck them pics, I'm tryna pull up and do ya (ha, ha)

Got chemistry, you woulda thought that I knew her (ha, ha)

Water faucet (ha), she don't gotta lube up (ha)

Rough around sober (ha), I don't need a pill (ha)

I don't need no honey (ha), oh, you want some money (ha)

I'm a young nigga (ha), but I'm not a dummy (ha)

Old ho tryna take advantage (ha, ha)

New ho remedial (ha), she don't understand it (ha)

I know what I want (ha), I'm demandin' (ha)

You don't know what to do (ha), when it go left, you gon' panic (ha)

Ain't nothin' for certain (ha), I can't take nothin' for granted (ha)

Bankroll too big (ha), can't rubber-band it (ha)

Flew her overseas (ha), she tanning (ha)

Fuck your aesthetic (ha), niggas need rebranding (ha)

Everything-