Pop Star (Prod by SenseiN3SS)

I Just popped it off Popped off my nigga Yeah Cass She gave me sloppy toppy With a sloppy bun I think I got me one In a drop I just copped me one She like go cop me sum' Sparked my blunt Hit that shit like me And almost popped a lung Poppin' pills Poppin' all that shit Until her papi come Pop star We gonn' pop up on 'em With that pop pop pop Whatchu want Said you got it for me What you got got got Spun the block Driving over curbs You ducking shots shots shots Figuring out Niggas think they it But boy you not not not Fantasized about all of the times That I'll be standing here You glorified how all my people ride And I ain't even tell ya Main bitch Mad that my side bitch Look like Iggy Azalea Ain't shit These bitches ain't shit How much more can I tell you G Code I kept it G Code She like perico They told me I had a future So I went beast mode C4 I'm bout to explode They want my ex hoe I text her Go have a nice day I'm on my next hoe A real bitch gonn' have her own shit Go get a check though My side bitch Swallow the whole dick What I need sex for My ex bitch She keep on calling Guess she can't let go I check hoes Then re direct hoes Like come correct hoe Gecko She need the Geico She say I'm prideful But don't know That I'm a handful Lil hoe be mindful I'm hot bitch Don't got no off switch Her neck like ostrich My dawg crib We moving don's shit I'm with a blonde bitch Boss shit I'm on my Ross shit And I ain't floss yet I'm like this And they don't like this Go hard regardless Was so pissed I pushed my tape back More than LeBron's head The old heads They ain't gonn' like me May think I'm one of them My dreams turned into a nightmare I'm tryna wake up fast I told a bitch I'm tryna chase the cash So I can't cake your ass My dreams turned into a nightmare I'm tryna wake up fast I told a bitch I'm tryna chase the cash So I can't cake your ass She gave me sloppy toppy With a sloppy bun I think I got me one In a drop I just copped me one She like go cop me sum' Sparked my blunt Hit that shit like me And almost popped a lung Poppin' pills Poppin' all that shit Until her papi come Pop star We gonn' pop up on 'em With that pop pop pop Whatchu want Said you got it for me What you got got got Spun the block Driving over curbs You ducking shots shots shots Figuring out Niggas think they it But boy you not not not Fantasized about all of the times That I'll be standing here You glorified how all my people ride And I ain't even tell ya And I ain't even tell ya You're glorified how all my people ride And I ain't even tell you