Popstar

[Hook]

Brand new paper tag
New bitch, I ran up a bag
Most you niggas sad
I’m just way too savage
Big gun tucked on my waist
No I don’t got time to waste
Pop my shit, I’m heaven sent
Early mornin’ whippin’ Grits

[Verse 1]

Flow so cold it leave em sick
Rockstar lifestyle, that’s a lil trick
She off Molly, come do tricks
Different timezones got her tired
Take her home, now she a rider
She like “Rich my Ride Or Die”
Or am I trippin’, gotta one night her
I can’t love no bitch, I’m tired
Like lil bitch, I’m tired
Freaky like she Zekey
Dipset, I’ma rider
Yea I’m turning up the heat
Can’t a nigga fuck with me
Icy white, it be the tees
And yo bitch, she just a tease, woah
Brand new Patek, yea
Young nigga feelin’ like Kaepernick, woah
Stay on my savage shit
Ain’t a young nigga that’s passing me, yea
I’ma just keep my flow up
To the show, yo bitch gon’ show up
Bad bitch, I’ma take her home, out smoke her
Icy, way too cold, like polar
Way I switch shit up, bipolar
Niggas they talkin’ too much for me
I keep a Glock with a clip in the socket
I swear that you niggas ain’t touchin’ me
I’ma keep runnin’ these numbers right up to the top
Do it a lot, aye
Shoutout to Lewis again for the muhfuckin’ beat
Boy this a hit, aye

[Hook]

Brand new paper tag
New bitch, I ran up a bag
Most you niggas sad
I’m just way too savage
Big gun tucked on my waist
No I don’t got time to waste
Pop my shit, I’m heaven sent
Early mornin’ whippin’ Grits