Rockstar Life lyrics - Playboi Carti

Rockstar shit, yeah

Smokin' on my cig', yeah

Got a bad lil' bitch, yeah

And this bitch so thick, yeah

Clown, uh, come on, huh

(D. Hill)

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah, uh

I want more, yeah

Slatt, yeah, hold up

Pop this trunk, real, yeah (Real, yeah)

I'm 'bout to make this bitch strip, yeah (Strip)

Yeah (Yeah), I'm 'bout to give this bitch a tip (Yeah)

Homixide (Yeah), I'm 'bout to put this bitch on a flick (Yeah)

Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, yeah), YSL cheetah, G (Yeah)

She's a cheetah, she a cheetah, she with me again (Oh, yeah)

Don't get caught in the mix talkin' 'bout me again (Ah)

I made an opp pack, yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (He dead)

He need a surgeon, a surgeon, yeah (What?)

Everything I do, I put it in bottles, since— (Yeah)

Upside down, crashed the Scat, but I'm worth it, yeah (What? Yeah)

Pussy ass nigga (Yeah), get to workin', yeah (Okay)

Yeah, diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet, yeah (Uh-uh)

Pussy niggas, yeah, they still hating, yeah (Uh-uh)

Niggas hate, they ain't even in my bracket, yeah (What? What? What? What? What?)

I'm in L.A., like what's braggin'? Yeah (Bitch)

Uh-uh

Niggas not me, yeah, rockstar life, the Bimmers as black as the blunts is (Yeah, yeah)

Pretty as fuck, baby, like I'm Billie Jean, yeah (Yeah)

Uh-uh (What?)

Watch how I lean, I got racks on my sleeve

I'm that shit, I'm that being, yeah-yeah, uh-uh (Yeah)

Don't call my phone (Yeah), I been gettin' it (Yeah), yeah, uh-uh (What?)

All these hoes like to tweet, yeah-yeah, uh-uh

Audemar playin', that's just my time, Homixide

I been on some shit, I been on that Carti mode (Mellow)

All these niggas know that I been havin' more (What?)

And I been havin' the most, uh-huh (What? Yeah)

Turned the bitch into a ghost, uh-huh (Yeah)

(Homixide, Homixide), I'ma thug it out

I been a pro (Okay)

I'm a young nigga (Okay), I might fuck the bitch on a GoPro (Okay)

Sell drugs, somethin' on the low (Okay)

If I see an opp comin', yeah, aim at the ho (Okay, okay)

We gon' aim at the 'o, huh-huh

If we see the cops behind us, we gon' crash, on the dough, huh-huh

We might crash on your folks, I might kick through yo' door (Why?)

I gotta let you hoes know (Why?)

Young nigga, billy goat

Throw your horns up, ho

Throw your horns up, ho (Yeah)