[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Run up on me, you don't want no static
Fuck n***a, yeah, it could get tragic
Make a n***a disappear like magic
Gun like abra-kadabra, yeah
My choppa like Lenny Kravitz, yeah
My bullets look like guitar chords

[Verse]
Hand on my gun, I'ma tool boy
I'ma shoot first, I'ma rude boy
.40 gon' jerk like a New Boy
I'm gettin' tired of these new boys
Wait, I am a new boy, huh
Feel like a vet but I'm fresh like a rookie
I'm fucking your bitch, yeah I'm up in 'em cookies
This bitch came from Jersey, she thick call her Snookie
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I put a brick on my arm
Cursed diamonds on me, that’s a charm
Big .40 on me, I'm armed
Uh-huh, uh-huh, that bitch ridе dick like a car
I turn yo' ho to a star, tape her likе a VCR

[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Run up on me, you don't want no static
Fuck n***a, yeah, it could get tragic
Make a n***a disappear like magic
Gun like abra-kadabra, yeah
My choppa like Lenny Kravitz, yeah
My bullets look like guitar chords
[Open Verse]