Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Shhnow
Tony Shhnow
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carrington Wilson
Carrington Wilson
Lyrics
Daniel Pointer
Daniel Pointer
Lyrics

Lyrics

(Jay) Yeah (Popstar)
(Popstar Benny)
Go, go, go
Yeah, I might, uh-huh
Bow, bow, bow
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
Pulled up in foreign cars today
But shit ain't change, these hoes still bust it
Right or wrong, that's my brother
My brother, he fuck it up but I still love him
I'm in the club with a whole lot of hundreds
Still on my track, got this stripper ho running
Smoke KK, I can't take no L
You hate, that's okay, XD, SK
Don't come through Atlanta, I wouldn't feel that brave
I'm on fire but I'm gon' trap out the spot 'til the block get hot
I hustle go hard, put my name on the block
I'm skinny but I'm putting weight on that clock
The trap jump every time I drop
My surname "Mr. Put That Shit On"
One week but I need two bags of strong
My bitch Italian, like my cologne
You might catch me at your local party, yes, I'm flexing everyday
Glock with banana clips and shoes I got on Bathing Ape
Okay, okay, pop with that pistol if a **** wanna come and play (Jay, Popstar, Popstar Benny)
Okay, I'm gon' rock off a jiggy, jiggy, then stepping on your face
I'm in the city, I get love like my name Drake
Key to the city, I might give all my partner Wraiths
Feel like Bobby Whitney when I'm high with my fucking bae
I, I fucked up my kidney drinking lean all fucking day
Hot sauce, hot sauce, mhm, underrated
Hot sauce, hot sauce, uh, underwater
Hot sauce, hot sauce, uh-huh, with your daughter
Pulled up in foreign cars today
But shit ain't change, these hoes still bust it
Right or wrong, that's my brother
My brother, he fuck it up but I still love him
I'm in the club with a whole lot of hundreds
Still on my track, got this stripper ho running
Smoke KK, I can't take no L
You hate, that's okay, XD, SK
Don't come through Atlanta, I wouldn't feel that brave
I'm on fire but I'm gon' trap out the spot 'til the block get hot
I hustle go hard, put my name on the block
I'm skinny but I'm putting weight on that clock
The trap jump every time I drop
My surname "Mr. Put That Shit On"
One week but I need two bags of strong
My bitch Italian, like my cologne
You might catch me at your local party, yes, I'm flexing everyday
Glock with banana clips and shoes I got on Bathing Ape
Written by: Carrington Wilson, Daniel Pointer
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out