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