[Intro: Stunna Gambino]
(Aria made this)
(VVS Melody)
When you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Oh, for sure (JabariOnTheBeat)

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
Lil' baby, I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies, don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts, the top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh-ah, I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Can't trust a soul, I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist, that boy so cold
Oh, for sure

[Verse 1: Stunna Gambino]
When you pop up in my head, I feel so lonely
And we ain't gon' talk about the favors n***as owe me
I feel like 2KBaby, I miss the old streets
Mama miss the old me, man, I miss my dead n***as
My brother down for a body, he in the feds with it
We catch you lacking, no mercy, we let that lead hit him
I gotta slow down on these Percs, it got my head spinning
We came a long way from the dirt, now we some breadwinners
Shitted on them n***as and bitches who ain't believe me
I was deep inside of them trenches and they ain't feed me
Tried to break my heart, oops, baby, it ain't that easy
Fuck her in a figure-four, pass her to Dubaleezy
Heavy on the sleazy, tell me what that be 'bout
Hardheaded young n***a, went and took the street route
Got it out the mud, real n***a, I don't need clout
I seen a n***a lose his life, I watched him bleed out
[Pre-Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
I'm heartless, I don't need love
I get a different type of high, but I don't need drugs
She got a different kind of vibe, I think I need her
But I can't let her play me first, so I gotta leave her, so I gotta leave her
That's how my mind work
'Cause I done spend too many times hurt, uh (Too many times hurt)
That's how my mind work
'Cause I done spent too many—

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino & Bizzy Banks]
Lil' baby, I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies, don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts, the top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh-ah, I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Can't trust a soul, I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist, that boy so cold (Get money)
Oh, for sure (Like, look, uh)

[Verse 2: Bizzy Banks]
I take a yerky when I'm deep in my thoughts (Deep in my thoughts)
Reminiscing 'bout the days on the porch, like, look
Lil' body, I don't show no remorse
You can't bluff, I'ma tell you to toss it, like, look (What?)
I remember chasing bitches, now they chasing me (Now they chasing me)
I left school and caught a F, was getting A's and B's (A's and B's)
Since young, n***as knew not to play with me
DWade, Lebron James (Look), n***as know I bring the heat
And n***as know I bring the chop wherever (You know I bring the chop wherever)
I tell them n***as, "We don't talk, we just apply the pressure"
We run up on 'em, guns up on 'em, we'll pop whoever (Pop whoever)
And if it's all about the money, she'll line whoever (She'll what?)
Yeah, she'll line whoever
N***a, we ain't politicking with no broke boys (With no broke boys)
When it's raining, back the 'brella out the Rolls-Royce
That n***a pussy in my city, he make no noise
You disrespect me, then you dead, you left no choice
[Pre-Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
I guess they saying I'm the voice now (I'm the voice now)
Been in my feelings, so it's hard to put the Percs down (Put the Percs down)
Been sending bullets like I'm tryna get a first down
She said she loved me, then she left, I guess it hurt now, I guess it hurt now
I put my pain in my verse now
She said, "What happened to that drill sound?"
So I'm guessing you don't drill now

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
Lil' baby, I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies, don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts, the top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh-ah, I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Can't trust a soul, I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist, that boy so cold
Oh, for sure

[Outro: Stunna Gambino]
Rockstar
I sing melodies, don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts, the top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh-ah, I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions, I'm in my zone
Can't trust a soul, I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist, that boy so cold
Oh, for sure