POPSTAR

Popstar wannabe, more like gonna be
Spice boy, all up in your face like you wanna sneeze
Please stream me, I'ma make it easy
Got my debut EP on a couple CDs
'Cause a couple K streams aren't enough for me
If I show up on your playlist turn it up for me
This shit was tough for me, I did it roughly
And now I'm getting phone calls from big companies

I gotta drop it
Know a couple grannies that would bop it
And once they press play you better know they won't stop it
Though it's just my dad's mum and 'la mama de la mama'
Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on by!"
And I'll come on by
I'll be like this some nice pie you made
I thought you wanted me over so we could conversate
'Bout how I made an album at the age of 18
Got some enemies but I can't see anyone hating

Lockdown 2 shit, got that new shit
Sick of slow songs in my stu' tryna do shit
Lockdown 2 shit, got that new shit
Sick of slow songs in my stu' tryna do shit
Lockdown 2 shit, got that new shit
Sick of slow songs in my stu' tryna do shit
Lockdown 2 shit, got that new shit
Sick of slow songs in my- Yeah, yeah

Bring a bass in to put my face in
Had to mix some 808s so you could taste it
Y'all basic, can't take it
Spittin' all caps like uppercases
Face it, different studios in different places
In case I make a beat and I got nowhere to embrace it
Straight behind the mic, straight bars, no spaces
I'm not even fazed, all I pull is straight faces

Fuck out my zone, you're recording trap songs on your phones
Fuck out my zone, I've been making pop songs in my room

Spent 200 on drip to rock Nikes
Somehow he can't pay for one mic
He's got a lot of bands tho, he is almighty
Got a lot of fans too, he's nothing like me
He doesn't like me talking my shit
He'll answer back sayin' he'll fuck my
Boy, you can try to hit but you'll miss
Or curl up and cry, I'll blow you a kiss

Fuck out my zone, you're recording trap songs on your phones
Fuck out my zone, I've been making pop

Cymatics loops, but I use 'em with an attitude
Gotta flip it and clip it to through it back at you
Tweet tweet, cockatoo
I might eat a cock or two
Call me by my name 'cause I couldn't give a fuck or two

Pop like I'm swedish, Max on the beat, like
Who that be? Did you think it wasnt me? like
Who that be? Did you think it wasnt me? like
Who that be? Did you think it wasnt me?

I'm on repeat
I'm that boy like "Who that be?"
Can't you see?
Triple X, now look at me
I come in threes and twos
Come in it's pick and choose
Sparky like-

About a week or two 'til I completed you
I put some speed in you, added a feat or two
Another beat for you, now take a seat
Would you get off your feet?

Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Drop it, drop it, drop it

Saw me through the glass, that's classy
Picking up the ash, too sassy
Esta vida pide cash and I'm sat down on my ass
I get 18 an hour, this some shit I never asked for

T show me your passport, you're a castaway
They said you're an asshole just the other day
T show us your passport, let us see your face
If this ain't what you asked for why you so afraid?
T show me your passport, you're a castaway
They said you're an asshole just the other day
T show us your passport, let us see your face
If this ain't what you asked for why you so afraid?
Yeah