Swaviie Macc - Rockstar

Another bad bitch on my phone she texting
I just know the plug came through he taxing
Count up all the racks like am a Jackson
Moonwalking on squares
Got to get here
Count up the racks every year
I am the man in the mirror
Cooking up let it simmer
Im fucking your bitch i'm a swimmer
My sauce is just really a mixture
Count up the racks and get richer
Im focused on the bigger picture
Got the drip right from the pitcher
Im making the hits with no pitcher
She pulled up and said thats her sister
Address me correctly with mister
Mac 11 seven heaven
Thats different type connection
Bad bitch dark complexion
She just want some affection
Obsessed with collection
Talking Prada with Dior
She don't want it from the store
She got that drip they like aye
She gone rock out on the mic aye
Riding the flow like a bike
Aye aye aye
Pulling the strings like guitar aye
Rocking her out like star aye
I put your girl on my arm
Aye aye aye
I do it big like i'm rob
Flexing the game do a lot
I had to get all guap aye aye
Remember down bad struggling
Now the drip on me i'm puddling yea yeah
Im fucking on your bitch and she puddling
The gang with me and we huddling
We back to back in these whips
Foreigns we hop in and we dip
Thinking about calling a blitz
Pull up with sticks
Pussy niggas they get hit
Just focused on getting rich
Me and broke niggas don't mix
Pouring the four yeah right in my mix
Keeping it short like a interlude
Yellow diamonds like its pikachu yeah
She got that drip that they like aye
She gone rock out on the mic aye
Riding the flow like a bike
Aye aye aye
Pulling the strings like guitar aye
Rocking her out like star aye
I put your girl on my arm
Aye aye aye
I do big like i'm rob
Flexing the game do a lot
I had to get all guap aye aye

Written by:
Darriel Davis

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