Rockstar Made
[Intro]
(Wake up, F1lthy)
f**k you doin’? I told you to stop hangin’ ’round here, opp ass b**ch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (b**ch)
I got some racks, yeah (b**ch)
I got some bags, yeah (b**ch, 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 f**k (What?)
I won’t stress about a b**ch (What?), that’s not my sl*t (What?)
These niggas beefin’ over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I’m at my f**kin’ show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
[Refrain]
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
[Chorus]
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?)
[Refrain]
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
[Verse 2]
I f**k that b**ch in the back seat
I f**k that b**ch in a wagon (What?)
I f**k that b**ch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that b**ch braggin’ (What? Yeah)
Braggin’ (What?), braggin’ (What?), got the b**ch braggin’ (Slatt)
Took the b**ch to L.A. (What?), now the b**ch 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 b**ch, I don’t believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
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?)
[Refrain]
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
