Rockstar Shit Playboi Carti

[Intro]
Rockstar shit, yeah
Smokin' on my cig, yeah
Got a bad lil' bitch, yeah
And this bitch so thick, yeah
Glamour, uh, galore, huh
(D. Hill)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh
I want more, yeah

[Verse 1]
Slatt, yeah, hold up
My bitch unreal, yeah (Real, yeah)
I'm 'bout to make this bitch strip, yeah (Strip)
Yeah (Yeah), I'm 'bout to give this bitch a tip (Yeah), Homixide (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to put this bitch on a flick (Yeah)
Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
YSL cheetah jeans (Yeah)
She's a cheater, she a cheater, she with me again (Oh, yeah)
Don't get caught in the mix talkin' 'bout me again (Ah)
Aim at a opp pack, yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (He dead)
He need a surgeon, a surgeon, yeah (What?)
Everything I do, I put it in verses (Yeah)
Upside-down crosses, yeah, but I'm worth it, yeah (What? Yeah)
Pussy ass nigga (Yeah), get to workin', yeah (Okay)
Yeah, diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet, yeah (Uh-uh)
Pussy niggas, yeah, they stay hating, yeah (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't even on my bracket, yeah (What? What? What? What? What?)
I'm in L.A., like what's brackin'? Yeah (Bitch)
Uh-uh
Niggas not me, yeah, rockstar life, The Beatles, baby [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Pretty as fuck, baby, like I'm Billie Jean, yeah (Yeah)