Rockstar Status (feat. Fresh Heir)

Bitch I'm tryna be on rockstar status Hoppin outta jets knowing everything get handled Bitch I'm tryna be on rockstar status Pull up to yo city fore I go on hiatus Bitch I'm tryna stack it, stack it to the ceiling Treat it like a bald head drop top missing How you do that, how you do that, god damn Now a mufucka feeling like the man Give me top bitch, I aint want the xans I just want the hunnids blue face on the bands Go and give me slop top, whip it on the black top Imma need my wrist bussin, slipping like a ice block Bitch I'm just cattin off Oh you want a free feature, knock it off I need money coming in so I can spend it all Cant be fuckin with the broke, not at all What you want lil homie what you want Lead u to the lake so now you gotta get the bands I ain't with the handouts go and get a plan Everybody goin up when we break it with the fam God damn, god damn, god damn I been goin off, might just catch me in Japan God damn, god damn, god damn Copped a new whip straight off trappin to the man Bitch I'm tryna be on rockstar status Hoppin outta jets knowing everything get handled Bitch I'm tryna be on rockstar status Pull up to yo city fore I go on hiatus Bitch I'm tryna stack it, stack it to the ceiling Treat it like a bald head drop top missing How you do that, how you do that, god damn Now a mufucka feeling like the man Goddamn, goddamn Who let Fresh and Steezy in, not again I know they see us, it's easy to pretend I need my wallet so full that it won't bend And the lady so bad, ain't nothing I won't spend But that's my main problem I be expecting everyone to stay solid I'm rock solid, but I'm not Dwayne Johnson Aint nothin', fill the void up for the place to start Cause I can never waste the spark I treat the whole booth like a stage to star Then I string it all together like a bass guitar (Aye) Rockstar life, I need a screenplay On the boulevard of my dreams, til it's my Green Day Black Beatle before you niggas that seen Swae And ask 'Ye, what's a Black Beatle anyway? Bitch I'm tryna be on rockstar status Hoppin outta jets knowing everything get handled Bitch I'm tryna be on rockstar status Pull up to yo city fore I go on hiatus Bitch I'm tryna stack it, stack it to the ceiling Treat it like a bald head drop top missing How you do that, how you do that, god damn Now a mufucka feeling like the man