pop tart

I'ma feel like muhfuckin' pop star
Fuckin' rockstar, hit the back
Yea she sweet like a fuckin' pop tart
Nonstop, I ain't Drake, fuck the cap
My flows dangerous, bitch you better step back
Tap that, yea she shake that
I'ma feel like muhfuckin' pop star
Fuckin' rockstar, hit the back
Yea she sweet like a fuckin' pop tart
Nonstop, I ain't Drake, fuck the cap
My flows dangerous, bitch you better step back
Tap that, yea she shake that

Metal jacket with the fur (with the fur)
Clip extension, grip two glocks just to make sure
Boy you being too serious
I show my mama how I made it
Show my daddy how I flex it
Can't afford a couple Bentleys
Cus I'm busy copping Ghinis
Say she down to lick the gang, yeah
Not much I want from thots
I'm in my love with my glocks
Tripple six, yea I fuck succubuses
Rather get the racks on cheese
Got freeze from ice on my wrist
And I can't even flee
Gold chain, black tints
Hit both my side-piece, they think my dick is siamese

I'ma grant yo death-wishes, I'm a dark genie
Kiss on my ring, I'ma king
Never sayin' I'm alone, always with my clique
Satisfy her thirst with my kids
This that, robbers on robbers, they slump
Go to bed, forever in slumber
They fold on my clappers
I pick and I roll on my leafs
Got choppas on choppas, Sdby is a mob
He be feel like a-

I'ma feel like muhfuckin' pop star
Fuckin' rockstar, hit the back
Yea she sweet like a fuckin' pop tart
Nonstop, I ain't Drake, fuck the cap
My flows dangerous, bitch you better step back
Tap that, yea she shake that
I'ma feel like muhfuckin' pop star
Fuckin' rockstar, hit the back
Yea she sweet like a fuckin' pop tart
Nonstop, I ain't Drake, fuck the cap
My flows dangerous, bitch you better step back
Tap that, yea she shake that