YB the Rock Star - Ya Boy

How ya doin' I’m yb the Rockstar

I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car

Way before the guitar I was a block star

How ya doin' I’m yb the rockstar

Say rock on baby, say rock on x3

Rock on!

Mohawks and heavy metal I’m never settled

I’ll be on the move, put your momma on the news cryin'

Like Jim Taylor, stay with a tune n'

When I let it loose give you the opposite of life try him

Put you on death-row if you crooked eye him

You never in the streets see ya boy put his time in

Put his life in consignment and buy him

20 on his head will have them desert eagles flying

Then I’m back in the street like a rock star

Coke so soft but that soda make it rock hard

That’s when I used to eat macaroni and hot dogs

Now when I’m valet parking I got the top off

With a hot broad that suck me till she lock-jaw

My red-boned bitch you can call her hot sauce

Exhaust out the Bentley Coupe

Blowing a whole bunch of kush out the Bentley roof

See this the life that I dreamed about

I seen the east, mid-west, and I seen the south

While them fags was ridin' jags brought them beamers out

Hip-hop was getting dirty had to clean the house ya

Tell them hoes that precise in the bitch

And we fresh out the trap like some ice in this bitch

Mr. Rogers I’m too damn nice in this bitch

So they can’t see me I’m poltergeist in this bitch

How ya doin' I’m yb the Rockstar

I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car

Way before the guitar I was a block star

How ya doin' I’m yb the rockstar

Say rock on baby, say rock on x3