POP STAR (feat. Kevin Gates)

They gon' tell you I went

They gon' tell you I went

They gon' tell you I went

Popstars, popstars

They gon' tell you

They probably tell you I went 'Pop'

Until a **** play with me and he get popped

I'm on front row at BET without my Glock

I'm ready to beat a **** up like I'm The Rock

And she ready to sweep a **** up because he hot

She ready to eat a **** up until he lock

She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car

Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huh

I told her, fuck the police, yeah

She right beside me and she sending nudes

You fuck my bitch, that's cool, I'm fucking **** bitches too

If you try my shoes, they ain't gon' fit

Me and you wear different shoes

Had to dumb it down for them to bite

Now it's time to switch the groove

I pulled up smooth, with my lil' bae

But I could've came with your boo

If you with the shit, like I'm with the shit

When they play, they gon' make the news

I was in your sis on Sunday

At your grandma place, she cool

And if she raised you, I don't want her plate

No, I ain't even take her food

(Baby bougie, he be turning down all kind of hoes)

(He took my bitch in Nike, I'm rocking designer clothes)

I told her, "Sorry I'm not fucking, baby, I'm not a ho"

Had bitches knocking at my door like they was dominoes

They gone say I went 'Pop'

Until a **** play with me and he get popped

I'm on front row at BET without my Glock

I'm ready to beat a **** up like I'm The Rock

And she ready to sweep a **** up because he hot

She ready to eat a **** up until he lock

She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car

Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huh

I told her fuck the police, yeah

Taking a trip to Mexico, I'm coming right back to town

I sell a lot of perico, been tryna slow it down

Takin' a fo', I put a two on that and then I make it bounce

I took the thirty-six to a hundred-eight and weigh up every ounce

I'm a plug, working a drug hub out in H-town

Bae what up? You my lil' love bug, you with Gates now

Penetrate, while I grip her waist, push her face down

Concentrate, boom, this that bass, making great sounds

Got a graveyard up under my belt, more murders than New Mexico

Thirty-round extension, mini-glizzy and I'm surgical

I'm holding rank in the cartel, I got control in this bitch

Still a book you for a show and get you showed in this bitch

Bread Winner, don dada, bitch, we Puerto Rico gangland

A hundred bricks ain't nothing, I push the button and make the plane land

Showed some of you **** how to grind up out the hole

Then I tied you in with 'migo then I gotcha another low

Yeah, he just told you how to 'Pop'

Until a **** play with me and he get popped

I'm on front row at BET without my Glock

I'm ready to beat a **** up like I'm The Rock

And she ready to sweep a **** up because he hot

She ready to eat a **** up until he lock

She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car

Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huh

I told her fuck the police, yeah