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Here Are the Lyrics to DaBaby's 'Rockstar,' Feat. Roddy Ricch

DaBaby went from "Pop Star" to "Rockstar" with a No. ix debut on the Billboard Hot 100 that boasts a powerful Roddy Ricch assist (chart dated May…

DaBaby went from "Pop Star" to "Rockstar" with a No. 9 debut on the Billboard Hot 100 that boasts a powerful Roddy Ricch assist (chart dated May ii).

The guitar-heavy trap rhythm drives abode the comparison betwixt the hip-hop ability players and rock stars, with dominant symbolism in the chorus between guitars and guns. The pinnacle x hit comes off his Billboard 200 No. 1 albumBlame It on Baby.

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Check out his lyrics below.

Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull upwardly, Infant? How you pull upward? (Oh)
How you lot pull up? I pull up (Seth in the kitchen)
Let'due south go

Brand new Lamborghini, f— a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'thou a cop (yeah, yep, yeah)
Take y'all e'er met a real n—a rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bi—, this a Glock (woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' clasp me (woo)
Y'all ameliorate let me go the day you need me (woo)
Soon as you lot upwardly me on that n—a, get to bustin' (woo)
And if I ain't plenty, go become the chop

It's rubber to say I earned it, ain't a northward—a gave me nothin' (yeah, yeah)
I'grand ready to hop out on a n—a, get to bustin'
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a f—in' bucket
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it concord a hundred, own't goin' for nothin'
I'1000 ready to air it out on all these north—every bit, I tin can see 'em runnin'
But talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime
Just to bank check up on me and my brother
I'm really the infant, she know that her youngest son
Was always guaranteed to go the money (okay, let'south go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a n—a, I'ma pull information technology out and shoot (smash)
PTSD, I'k e'er waking up in common cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a n—a in forepart of her before the age of 2
And I'll impale another n—a too
'Fore I let another n—a do somethin' to you lot
Long every bit yous know that, don't let nobody tell y'all unlike
Daddy love you lot (yeah, yeah)

Permit'due south become
Brand new Lamborghini, f— a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'one thousand a cop (aye, yeah, aye)
Have you ever met a real n—a rockstar?
This own't no guitar, bi—, this a Glock (woo)
My Glock told me to promise yous gon' squeeze me (woo)
You better permit me go the day you need me (woo)
Before long as you up me on that n—a, become to bustin' (woo, yeah)
And if I ain't plenty, go get the chop (yep, yeah)

Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had a immature n—a swervin'
I got the mop, scout me wash 'em like detergent
And I'm ballin', that's why it'southward diamonds on my jersey
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yep, yeah
Nosotros spin his cake, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
You fool me i fourth dimension, you can't cantankerous me again
Twelve hundred horsepower, I become lost in the wind
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin
Maybach SUV for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps defenseless me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty thousand, idea it was my last twenty-four hour period
But they own't even want no smoke
If I had to choose information technology, murder what she wrote

Allow'southward get
Brand new Lamborghini, f— a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yes, yeah, yeah)
Take you e'er met a real n—a rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bi—, this a Glock (woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' clasp me (woo)
You improve allow me go the day yous need me (woo)
Soon as you upward me on that northward—a, get to bustin' (woo)
And if I ain't enough, go become the chop

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Written by: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Rodrick Moore