Rockstar - Max B

Yea look how he dingle

Its time to let him pop

I stop put out a single

Its time to let him drop

Don't want to see a nigga rise

Jealous niggas despise

The barrel I let them suck it

Then do it in they eyes

Carol I let em fuck it

The coupe I let her drive

Finagling for my ducklets

The booth I never tried

God dammit these rappers can't stand it

They hate it when I say I'm from another planet

Owwww

Forever fresh, keep me in the glass

My predications was that they couldn't keep me in the stash

Now look at the boy

Always with a gig

Love to fuck with the bitches

And his aurora getting big

A year later I said it

Orders in the mail

I told you people

You couldn't ignore the Biggavel (nah)

The Son of Sam

Bullets is Cunningham

Rookies is hating on the burn

I got it summer jam (oww)

Bring the liquor got the weed

Tell the bitches to come through

I got what you need

I can make your wishes come true

Got the dick

Got the chips

Got the 6 with the stick

Got the chicks

Just call me a Rockstar