Lyrics

It's rockstar shit Like Morrison pulled off of the stage by the pigs I'm the one you love to hate ain't nothing about me changed, no If you don't like it you can stay at home Just me and my rockstar clique Front row cutie with the right kinda thick Shirt pulled all the way up, I couldn't miss it Bring it to the bus, pump it like the piston, yeah Started in New York, we always sell it out Then it's Philly filled the tank we ballin' south Can't wait 'til Miami where it's always hot Bet that shock value on you cost a lot wrapped up in some frozen rocks Turn the festival into a riot I'm above the law go head and call a cop Said after the show she got the perfect spot Guess her sugar daddies got a fuckin' yacht Car is on the way security is locked, backseat I'm gettin' top Said you wanna ride to the Dallas show Said that you can start right here right now and show me how you roll Show me how you roll, show me how you roll Shades on my eyes feeling super cool Shade on the keyboard when they see me act a fool But it don't phase me when they troll It's rockstar shit Like Morrison pulled off of the stage by the pigs I'm the one you love to hate, ain't nothing about me changed, no If you don't like it you can stay at home Just me and my rockstar clique Front row cutie with the right kinda thick Shirt pulled all the way up I couldn't miss it Bring it to the bus, pump it like the piston, yeah It's rockstar shit I'm the one you love to hate, ain't nothing about me changed, no If you don't like it you can stay at home Sparkin up a stogie, smokin' up the club Promoter is my homie, he don't give a fuck Scopin' out the baddest, she out in the cut Guess I'm just a sucker for that bubble butt Why's everybody always tryna give me some yay? Eighty bucks a G, I hope it's pure, now lemme taste Sorry bud, I think it's cut with something lookin' laced Way too speedy, got rocks in the bag If I'm gone do a bump, I'd rather hit the K That shit hit harder than a fist to the face Way too deadly when they try to keep my pace How you still standing bro you seemin' unfazed? I been rockin' like this since eighth grade Leaned back pullin' it straight from the grey Hands on the wheel A/C blowin' cool Like I said before "No regrets" is my only rule I'm the one you love to hate Ain't nothing 'bout me changed, no If you don't like it you can stay at home It's rockstar shit Shirt pulled all the way up I couldn't miss it brought her to the bus Pump it like a piston, yeah It's rockstar shit It's rockstar shit If you don't like it you can stay at home