(Popstar)
(Ty on that sh*t)
Yeah
Damn
On this drank, I’m gon’-
On this drank I’m-
Damn
On this drank, I’m gon’ moonwalk
I’m high as a b*t*h so I’d rather not talk
Glock in my jeans so I limp when I walk
I shoot that b*t*h, my shot a lil off
It’s so many bands but I still want more
I walk in the bank and I laugh some more
All of my gang might buy out the store
The stick or the Glock, I’ll take either or
Either way I’ma walk out with some more
He said that he’ll ride but I’m not sure
Cause’ I seen these n***as switch before
And he ain’t been in no sh*t before
Watch how fast them tables turn
N***as fu, you live and learn
I’m high as a b*t*h so I swerve on the turn
Got rims on the coupe, I still parked on the curb
Keep that stick on me I done seen too many n***as switch
He said he got a check, but don’t do it like this
Ain’t no n***a in the street with a problem I hit
Ain’t no b*t*h god made that can get in my head
You already tucked yours, gotta lay in that bed
My check wonder, I been playin’ with the bread
Got money on the line I ain’t pick up what you sayin’
Couple thou’ on the game, I ain’t even into playin’
The weight on me but I’m still flexin’ on you
This Glock on my hip like sh*t what you wanna do?
As soon as I walk out the store, think about what I just spent on these clothes
Think about what you just spent on your hoe
You drop her off and now she on my phone
I break a b*t*h down like [?] home
Snuck in with the bands, I could play a song
Young n***a so cool might hit the moonwalk
Don’t make the wrong move, I could make the broom talk
I done seen n***as trade up for a b*t*h
Seen a n***a talk tough til’ he see the glick
Broke b*t*h tryna baby she ain’t makin’ sh*t
Boy you worried bout’ the field, you ain’t seen sh*t
Tried to p*ss on me and now that n***a eat sh*t
I’m still in the trap with a n***a main hoe
You was on nine, I’m standin’ ten toes
Keep [?] but a young n***a been [?]
I’m not pullin’ out money til’ the bank closed
On this drank, I’m gon’ moonwalk
I’m high as a b*t*h so I’d rather not talk
Glock in my jeans so I limp when I walk
I shoot that b*t*h, my shot a lil off
It’s so many bands but I still want more
I walk in the bank and I laugh some more
All of my gang might buy out the store
The stick or the Glock, I’ll take either or
Either way I’ma walk out with some more
He said that he’ll ride but I’m not sure
Cause’ I seen these n***as switch before
And he ain’t been in no sh*t before
Watch how fast them tables turn
N***as fu, you live and learn
I’m high as a b*t*h so I swerve on the turn
Got rims on the coupe, I still parked on the curb
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