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Man, it's Rockstar Marqo, man
And fuck rapping

Ay look, can't trust that nigga, might tell
Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails
Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale
Got the white girl and she pale
Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah
Send the pack through the air, yeah
I got them down in the mail
What you need?
You know I got the cheap sale
Left wrist, that's brick fair
Trap out the spot, I don't live there
Designer kicks so you know they rare
I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair
Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air
Um, I made an M through the mail
Rockstar, trapstar

Ay look, I made an M in FedEx
Cook with the right but I pump with the left
Thirty pointers and they hitting hard, shit hurting my neck
MONY, POWR, ain't no disrespect
Sting a nigga like a yellow jacket, nigga, Georgia Tech
Um, Macho Man when I get the weight, then I flex
Racks on my feet, gotta watch how I step
Yeah, Gucci cardigan, nigga dressing like I'm prep
Um, bitch, I'm popping right now
Niggas saying that I'm next
Dope boy now 'cause I play with that check
Selling green and white like the Jets
Yeah, these niggas looking for help
Ran it up and I did it myself
Might ship the brick through UPS

Can't trust that nigga, might tell
Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails
Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale
Got the white girl and she pale
Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah
Send the pack through the air, yeah
I got them down in the mail
What you need?
You know I got the cheap sale
Left wrist, that's brick fair
Trap out the spot, I don't live there
Designer kicks so you know they rare
I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair
Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air
Um, I made an M through the mail
Rockstar, trapstar

Ay look, too much weight
Um, niggas think I broke the scale
Yeah, I got more bars than a jail cell
Put a hole in your top like a whale
Ooh, I got the Rollie from [?]
Yeah, rockstar, Bill Bellamy
Um, I could teach a nigga how to be a player
I'll spend the racks like I don't care
Um, golden child, yeah, my style be rare
Moncler, I got the front off the bale
I got the stone, make you stop and stare
Spilled lean on the Gucci, had to get another pair, rockstar

Ay look, can't trust that nigga, might tell
Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails
Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale
Got the white girl and she pale
Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah
Send the pack through the air, yeah
I got them down in the mail
What you need?
You know I got the cheap sale
Left wrist, that's brick fair
Trap out the spot, I don't live there
Designer kicks so you know they rare
I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair
Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air
Um, I made an M through the mail
Rockstar, trapstar