Lyrics Blakk Rokkstar - Ken Car$on

Blakk Rokkstar

What the fuck that's some 808s yeah
Still that fade away I'm shooting shit up
Steak yeah I'm bulling shit up
What the fuck
I'm not surprised where they fit ain't nothing
Who told you lies
I'm outside with a freak mask up it's my disguise
Heard you got called I can't get in that section gotta move wise
I'm tatted up trap
Momma do you see me
I made my whole for a cop Lamborghini
You reach for this chain now my gang screaming free me
Bitches have Vivienne Westwood hoe these real VVs
I can't show you how to pop it huh huh
She like teach me
I don't need no jewelry
Eyes weird shawty got that water and she from Missouri
Cocaine pelle pelle jacket VVs to match it
Racks pocking out my fucking pockets so she know I'm heaven
Swept off her feet yeah she dressed me I'm Aladdin yeah
Stepping on you niggas not for fashion yeah
Chrome Hearts on crosses up but my life upside down
You say I can't come to what nigga I'm good uptown
You ain't got no hood you ain't got no block you ain't got no gang
These niggas be
I put this stick right through your face and watch your piss run down your socks
Pick a number add a double 0 these niggas be making up blocks
This sound is 00 these niggas know I'm a blakk rokkstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk rockstar
I'm a blakk

Call that bitch she will kill some
No kidding I don't feel none
Did I hurt your feelings get in your bag
I drop ceilings I made men
Pop Tesla taking off on they ass
Do you think I have propellers
Cause I'm so fly
I'm the pilot I got them wings now
Porsche GT3 RS got we ain't got
All that rock shit what you singing about
You don't need no diamond Tesla
My diamonds blinging out
Pointers on chains look like polka dots
Work at a casino I got a
She like she like
She I'm about to send her through the matress
Fuck I'm trying to pull up and do you
Got chemistry you would've thought that I knew her
She don't got a
Run for run sober I don't need a pill
I don't need no hunnid oh you want some money
I'm a young nigga but I'm not a dummy
Old hoe trying to take advantage
New hoe she don't understand it
I know what I want I'm demanding
You know what to do when it goes you gon panic
Ain't nothing for certain I can't take nothing for granted
Bankroll too big can't rubber band it
Flew her overseas she tanning
Fuck your ex said these niggas need rebranding