(Chromatic)
Tunechi (that bitch dot com world premier)
Barbie
(Gangsta) (Young Money)
I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches
Man, I feel just like a gangsta
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this Alexander Wang scarf
I'ma drop a bag, they gon' pull up
And then they gon' let them things off
I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off
Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give
All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live?
Me and Weezy in Liv
When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar
You was tryin' too hard
I'm out here livin' though
I am out here livin' though
Me and Tunechi winnin' though
Slimes out here twinnin' though
I am on my pivot though
I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though
Weezy on his pedestal
A lot of gang shit
A whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is pilin' up
It's nowhere to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
'Cause it taste like cookie dough
Smoke, I got a free pack
Flow sick, get a Z-pack
Niggas don't mean my race
When they say she blacked
I am the Queen, facts
I'm everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap
I don't mean C. Kaep
I'll get you checked, pussy
I'll get you a free pap
You bitches don't ball out
You get your QB sacked
I'm OBJ, hoes
Break records like ankles
I've been that bitch since
Ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em carry on
They gon' miss me when I'm gone
I'm gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches
Man, I feel just like a gangsta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
I'ma drop a bag, they gon' pull up
And then they gon' let them things off
I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off
Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give
All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live?
Me and Weezy in Liv
When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar
You was tryin' too hard
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar (feel just like a...)