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' (Uh-huh) Until a nigga play with me and he get popped (Yeah) I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Uh-huh) I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock (Let's go) And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot (Huh) She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock (Yeah) She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Vroom) 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 (Let's go) You fuck my bitch, that's cool, I'm fucking niggas bitches too If you try my shoes, they ain't gone fit Me and you wear different shoes (Uh-uh) Had to dumb it down for them to bite Now it's time to switch the groove (Yeah okay) I pulled up smooth, with my lil' bae But I could've came with ya boo (Uh-huh) If you with the shit, like I'm with the shit And they play, they gone make the news (Yeah) I was hitting yo sis on Sunday (Yeah) At your grandma place, she cool (Uh-huh) And if she raised you, I don't want her plate No, I ain't even take her food (No thanks) 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 hoe" Had bitches knocking at my door like they was dominoes They gone say I went 'Pop' (Ah-huh) Until a nigga play with me and he get popped (Yeah) I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Ah-huh) I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock (Let's go) And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot (Hmm-mm) She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock (Yeah) She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Vroom) 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 base, making grave 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 niggas how to grind up out the whole Then I tied you in with 'migo then I gotcha another low Yeah, he just told you how to 'Pop' (Ah-huh) Until a nigga play with me and he get popped (Yeha) I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Ah-huh) I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock (Let's go) And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot (Huh) She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock (Yeah) She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Vroom) Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huh I told her fuck the police, yeah