ROCKSTAR (Live At The 63rd Grammys) DaBaby (Ft. Roddy Ricch)
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[Intro: DaBaby]
Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
Boy, show the grammys how ya pull up?
How you pull up? I pull up
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, not a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real hitta rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that *****, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a (bouter) gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ready to hop out on a *****, get to bustin'
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a bucket
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out on all these ******, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let's go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a ***** I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a ***** in front of her before the age of two
And I'll kill another ***** too
'Fore I let another ***** do somethin' to you
Long as you know that, don't let anybody tell you different
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)
Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
Boy, show the grammys how ya pull up?
How you pull up? I pull up
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, not a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real hitta rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that *****, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a (bouter) gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ready to hop out on a *****, get to bustin'
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a bucket
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out on all these ******, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let's go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a ***** I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a ***** in front of her before the age of two
And I'll kill another ***** too
'Fore I let another ***** do somethin' to you
Long as you know that, don't let anybody tell you different
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)
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