Dexter, what (rock, rock, what?)
I'm finna play the fuckin' guitar
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, I'mma play the drums
Hey lil' Marcus, I catch you brother
(I can take my fuckin' clothes off too)
Woah, woah, hey (Protection!)
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Fuck your lil' bitch, yeah
I had to hit her twice
I'm Mr. Grinch, hell nah, I'm not nice
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar
Rockstar life, yeah, rockstar bike
Get your bitch on my gun, rockstar pipe
And I play your fuckin' guitar
I'm a motherfucking rock-rock-rockstar
And I pop pills ho, sike
I be off the meanest dope, right
Your girlfriend what I stand for, sike
But she ain't my main ho, aight'
'Cause I'm a rockstar
Rockstar, rockstar motherfucking life
I just live fast, I don't have to think twice
If I gotta bless, I'll shoot your fuckin' neck
That's your girlfriend, why she got a fat ass
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Had to live a motherfuckin' rockstar life
Rockstar flight, rockstar bitch
Oh my guy, yeah, I be rockstar lit
Pop me a med now I can't feel shit
And we coming up, this my song, rockstar bitch
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Had to live a motherfuckin' rockstar life
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Fuck your lil' bitch, yeah
I had to hit her twice
I'm Mr. Grinch, hell nah, I'm not nice
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar life
Fuck your bitch!