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Dababy - Rockstar (Lyrics) ft. Roddy Ricch Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: Dababy Follow Loku: Wallpaper: Submit your Track, questions, art or further inquiries? Please email: yoyoloku@ 🎼 Lyrics 🎼 [Intro: DaBaby] Woo, woo I pull up like How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh) How you pull up? I pull up (Woo, Seth in the kitchen) [Chorus: DaBaby] Let’s go Brand new Lamborghini, f*ck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n*gga rockstar? This ain’t no guitar, b*tch, 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 n*gga, 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 n*gga gave me nothin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I’m ready to hop out on a n*gga, 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 f*ckin’ 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 n*ggas, 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 n*gga, 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 n*gga in front of her before the age of two And I’ll kill another n*gga too ’Fore I let another n*gga do somethin’ to you Long as you know that, don’t let nobody tell you different Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch] Let’s go Brand new Lamborghini, f*ck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n*gga rockstar? This ain’t no guitar, b*tch, 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 n*gga, get to bustin’ (Woo, yeah) And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban ’Cause the codeine had a young n*gga swervin’ I got the mop, watch me wash ’em like detergent And I’m ballin’, that’s why it’s diamonds on my jersey Slide on opps’ side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman Fool me one time, you can’t cross me again Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind If he talkin’ on the yard, the pen’ dogs’ll take his chin Maybach SUV for my refugees Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day But they ain’t even want no smoke If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote [Chorus: DaBaby] Let’s go Brand new Lamborghini, f*ck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n*gga rockstar? This ain’t no guitar, b*tch, 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 n*gga, get to bustin’ (Woo) And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop
