Lyrics
I'm a Rockstar
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten (Im So Slimee)
H-h-he caught a shot, he ain't know what to do (OH-MY-GOD!, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)
Put on my gear, I'ma jump on that court and play ball, you know I'm ready to shoot
He over here? I'ma slam on that boy, John Wall, Nah, I ain't throwin' no 'Oop
Seven-six-two so big, it'll knock down a wall, that shit sound like "BOOM!"
You better move
He-he-headshot, he ain't got no health
Boy, this shit ain't a game, you can't press pause, you can't even res' yo'self
How you gon' think with ya' brain if ya shit blown off? You can't even help yo'self
Red tips knock out a brain, it'll open yo scald, it ain't no beggin' for help
I got the fye', I'm givin' him hell
He got hit with some hot shit, 2.23s made him melt
You mines well call me ya' Pops, bitch, cuz' I be givin' the belt
I got the Mac, get cooked with these shells
Shit left him stuck, his body was stell
He tried to run, hit his back, he fell
Shots go by(e), tell ya manz "Farewell"
And, you know that we step, stairwell
Tell ya manz "Kick off", I don't think he hear well
Lil bro' tryna come over here? Well
That's the type of shit to get ya' dumbass nailed
Play yo cards, or you'll get dealt
So many bars, I can build me a jail
Bitch I'm a star, you can see me when you look up in the sky, cuz' I'm big as hell
Nigga
When I pull this trigger?
Shit go fye'-fye, you takin' shots like you drinkin' some liquor
Just like Wi-Fi, these 5.56s gon' connect to a nigga
Shit was like "Frr-frr", I tapped the button two times it was empty
Damn!
H-h-he caught a shot, he ain't know what to do
Put on my gear, I'ma jump on that court and play ball, you know I'm ready to shoot
He over here? I'ma slam on that boy, John Wall, Nah, I ain't throwin' no 'Oop
Seven-six-two so big, it'll knock down a wall, that shit sound like "BOOM!"
You better move
He-he-headshot, he ain't got no health
Boy, this shit ain't a game, you can't press pause, you can't even res' yo'self