Lyrics Rockstar Made - Playboi Carti

Rockstar Made

Fuckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I’m beatin' it up (Slatt)
I’m beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I’m beatin' it up (What?)
I’m in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I’m kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don’t give no fuck (What?)
I won’t stress about a bitch (What?), that’s not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I’m at my fuckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I fuck that bitch in the back seat
I fuck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I fuck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I’m countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I’m on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don’t believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)