Popstar
I told Lil baby I'm a pop star
When I smash her mouth she just stays calling her all-star
All I'm trynna do is drink some water and just go far
I don't really give a fuck about your damn sports car
I ain't been popping pillies
But I'm still feeling like a rockstar
I'm a fan of yall man I got yall on my radar
All my life I been sinking in some god damn tar
I like my women small just like I like my jewelry
But shoutout them tall girls y'all Poppin too
And ion want no children
Because I stay trippin
I fuck her so good she walkin home and still dripping
Stumbled out the back man
Yeah baby got her limping
But I take her on date
And bring her home before eight
I can hit the first night but I think that imma wait
I got some pretty ladies just about in all 50 states
I'm a real estate agent
I ain't staying in no motel I ain't no basic bitch
I got a shitty haircut
And some light facial hair
I got dry eye syndrome bitch I never stare
I triple dog dare to touch my damn hair
I send ya into intensive care
Dirty air forces
Bad bitch vibes what I'm reinforcing
I get consent ain't no way am I ever forcing
Rape culture
Homophobia
Something that I ain't endorsing
And fuck y'all crooked cops
Fuck your racist pops
Fuck your routine traffic stops
And if I had a big ass belly I'd be out there rocking crop tops.
I write for songs and pop out like a pop shop
I hit em with the one-two just like Cordae
Karate chop
I got a lil baby
I wanna hit it good but I ain't bout no wife swap
And she told her daddy
She told her daddy is a cop so I knew I had to drop
I got scars all on my hands
I send a right hook and it lands
18 People in a group so damn well we gon expand
Yeah
Our art is now in high demand
And I can withstand any lil bitch who wants us to disband
Niggas stuck on me
Like fuck you think I'm post to do
Get up out my face
I ain't even coming close to you
Niggas stuck on me
Like fuck you think I'm post to do
Get up out my face
Bitch I ain't even coming close to you
I got that Limousine
Nicotine
Put em in the guillotine
Seems my whole life I been stuck up in a quarantine
Yeah i gotta dream that's why they call me velveteen
Burned the lil boy to the ground grab the vaseline
I got that Limousine
Nicotine
Put em in the guillotine
Seems my whole life I been stuck up in a quarantine
Yeah I gotta dream that's why they call me velveteen
Burned the lil boy to the ground grab the vaseline
When I smash her mouth she just stays calling her all-star
All I'm trynna do is drink some water and just go far
I don't really give a fuck about your damn sports car
I ain't been popping pillies
But I'm still feeling like a rockstar
I'm a fan of yall man I got yall on my radar
All my life I been sinking in some god damn tar
I like my women small just like I like my jewelry
But shoutout them tall girls y'all Poppin too
And ion want no children
Because I stay trippin
I fuck her so good she walkin home and still dripping
Stumbled out the back man
Yeah baby got her limping
But I take her on date
And bring her home before eight
I can hit the first night but I think that imma wait
I got some pretty ladies just about in all 50 states
I'm a real estate agent
I ain't staying in no motel I ain't no basic bitch
I got a shitty haircut
And some light facial hair
I got dry eye syndrome bitch I never stare
I triple dog dare to touch my damn hair
I send ya into intensive care
Dirty air forces
Bad bitch vibes what I'm reinforcing
I get consent ain't no way am I ever forcing
Rape culture
Homophobia
Something that I ain't endorsing
And fuck y'all crooked cops
Fuck your racist pops
Fuck your routine traffic stops
And if I had a big ass belly I'd be out there rocking crop tops.
I write for songs and pop out like a pop shop
I hit em with the one-two just like Cordae
Karate chop
I got a lil baby
I wanna hit it good but I ain't bout no wife swap
And she told her daddy
She told her daddy is a cop so I knew I had to drop
I got scars all on my hands
I send a right hook and it lands
18 People in a group so damn well we gon expand
Yeah
Our art is now in high demand
And I can withstand any lil bitch who wants us to disband
Niggas stuck on me
Like fuck you think I'm post to do
Get up out my face
I ain't even coming close to you
Niggas stuck on me
Like fuck you think I'm post to do
Get up out my face
Bitch I ain't even coming close to you
I got that Limousine
Nicotine
Put em in the guillotine
Seems my whole life I been stuck up in a quarantine
Yeah i gotta dream that's why they call me velveteen
Burned the lil boy to the ground grab the vaseline
I got that Limousine
Nicotine
Put em in the guillotine
Seems my whole life I been stuck up in a quarantine
Yeah I gotta dream that's why they call me velveteen
Burned the lil boy to the ground grab the vaseline
Credits
Writer(s): Carlo Errin
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