Rockstar - DaBaby ft Roddy Ricch (lyrics) Woo, woo I pull up like How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh) How you pull up? I pull up (Seth in the kitchen) Let\u0027s go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I\u0027m a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? This ain\u0027t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon\u0027 squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin\u0027 (woo) And if I ain\u0027t enough, go get the chop It\u0027s safe to say I earned it, ain\u0027t a nigga gave me nothin\u0027 (yeah, yeah) I\u0027m ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin\u0027 Know you heard me say, \u0022You play, you lay, \u0022 don\u0027t make me push the button Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin\u0027 bucket Goin\u0027 for buckets, I bought a chopper I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain\u0027t goin\u0027 for nothin\u0027 I\u0027m ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see \u0027em runnin\u0027 Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime Just to check up on me and my brother I\u0027m really the baby, she know that her youngest son Was always guaranteed to get the money (okay, let\u0027s go) She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot She know what I do, she know \u0027fore I run from a nigga, I\u0027ma pull it out and shoot (boom) PTSD, I\u0027m always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two And I\u0027ll kill another nigga too \u0027Fore I let another nigga do somethin\u0027 to you Long as you know that, don\u0027t let nobody tell you different Daddy love you (yeah, yeah) Let\u0027s go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I\u0027m a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? This ain\u0027t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon\u0027 squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin\u0027 (woo, yeah) And if I ain\u0027t enough, go get the chop Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban \u0027Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin\u0027 I got the mop, watch me wash \u0027em like detergent And I\u0027m ballin\u0027, that\u0027s why it\u0027s diamonds on my jersey Slide on opps\u0027 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 You fool me one time, you can\u0027t cross me again Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind If he talkin\u0027 on the yard, the pen\u0027 dogs\u0027ll 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\u0027t even want no smoke (no smoke) If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote Let\u0027s go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I\u0027m a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? This ain\u0027t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon\u0027 squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin\u0027 (woo) And if I ain\u0027t enough, go get the chop Source: LyricFind