Chris Redfield

Lyrics

[Intro] [?] (Ayy, Manny, this joint crazy fool) (Ayy, Terk, Sparkheem) [Chorus] Rockstar like I'm Cobain Got her feet dancing like Soul Train Michael Jackson on the beat, y'all niggas be like Jermaine Got the Cody in the booth I feel like the Carter to Wayne (Wheezy) Just like Fifa I kick this, sold out show get they bought out the tickets [Verse 1] I'm living exquisite, marina my weed, no I'm not smoking no midget Y'all niggas [?] I shit off my pivot, you know I get it I spend it I got a bitch that get on her knees she do what I say she do what I please Hue on my sneakers and Prada my jeans, I'm on a flight to a new country Smell like the bay that's new money, I'm a playboy I got new bunnies Fell asleep by the pool woke up to sun, fell asleep off the drink woke up at 1 Come like a baby I pick up your homie, she bending over I poke it and stroke it Pockets on this but no I'm not Loki, just like I'm pony boy bitch I'm so golden Icy my diamonds they water polo, shooting a movie like Christopher Nolan I got the gift I invented the vision, said fuck school I ain't show to detention [Chorus] Rockstar like I'm Cobain Got her feet dancing like Soul Train Michael Jackson on the beat, y'all niggas be like Jermaine Got the Cody in the booth I feel like the Carter to Wayne Just like Fifa I kick this, sold out show get they bought out the tickets Rockstar like I'm Cobain Got her feet dancing like Soul Train Michael Jackson on the beat, y'alk niggas be like Jermaine Got the Cody in the booth I feel like the Carter to Wayne Just like Fifa I kick this, sold out show get they bought out the tickets [Verse 2] Lamb chops and blue hunnids my diet, I cheat on my bitch and she said I was toxic I been that boy since Timo was sidekick, Benihana living I'm drinking on Sake Hannibal murder ain't no Irv Gotti, smoking the gas I feel like a Nazi Mafia ties disposing the body, I never fold origami I got the gun like a army, bitch just like a barbie She gave me head in my car seat, blocking her after bitch never call me Serving her weed but it's parsley, aim at his head that gun gave him a baldie No range you just like Charles Barkley, no range you just like Charles Barkley [Chorus] Rockstar like I'm Cobain Got her feet dancing like Soul Train Michael Jackson on the beat, y'all niggas be like Jermaine Got the Cody in the booth I feel like the Carter to Wayne (Wheezy) Just like Fifa I kick this, sold out show get they bought out the tickets