Rockstar living Yeat (Ft. SeptembersRich)

[Intro: Yeat]
(In the Arena!)
(2sided goin' crazy) (Go)
(Ayy, CGM, fuck going on?) (Yeah) (Go)
(Go)

[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah (Yeah), I'm a rockstar living (I'm a rockstar—, rockstar) (Go, go, let's go)
(Hmm, go, go)
This that rockstar living (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these opiates in my system
I stayed on that fuck shit, finna go smash your sister (Yeah, let's go)
I'm a rockstar living

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Your lil' bitch, she ain't for you, she for the streets, she make the bands talk (What)
Whole lotta bands, whole lotta tags (Whole lotta tags)
Do my dance when I get these racks (Racks, racks)
When I first go touch that M, then this shit wraps (Wraps)
I can't trust that shit, I can't trust that shit, had to double back (Yeah)
All my exes mad, I've been getting that bag, but changed on them
I don't know who the fuck you think we are, but none of us is your friend (Nah)
I'm right there where the TVs are, can't even give 'em a chance
Test yo' luck (Yeah), throw it up (Up)
All these rackies on me, we don't give no fuck (Yeah)
Ridin' round with blicks, and inside the blicks, in the truck (Buh, buh, buh)
Ridin' round in that big ol' shit (Tuh), Tonka truck (Truck)
I've just been on alien vibe (Hmm)
When I sleep, one eye open, I can't trust nobody at all (Go)
It get [?], Draco left 'em open, he don't have no jaw
Shark teeth, how they bite my swag, how they bite my style?
Half a perky, my cup filled with Tris', now I'm noddin' off (Off)
Catch your shit, they gon' slime the kid, they gon' slime you out
Stop sayin' shit that you don't really mean, they gon' find you out (Out)
How it feel to have a million followers, and zero in your account? (Broke) (Yeah)