Popstar Lyrics

My ammo reloaded, I'm ready to boom

Niggas be shitty like Fruit of the loom

Back on the mic, all you niggas is doomed

Dusting you niggas, I'm grabbing a broom

Don't get to tripping like you was on shrooms

Hot like I'm out in the middle of June

DJ myself when I hop in the booth

So I put myself on the ones and the twos

I'm at the top but got nothing to lose

Shawty a freak and she loving the crew

Can't hold me down like I'm walking the moon

Water my neck like I walked in the pool

You in my way then you better move

Bob The Builder, I keep a tool

Drip lord, I turn water to juice

And keep me some honeys like Winnie the Pooh

Okay, I'm very excited

Cause money, it make me excited

Smoking these niggas, I ain't even light it

Niggas be rapping, they ain't even write it

Bitch, I'm on fire, lil' bitch, I'm ignited

Think you can fuck with me? dare you to try it

Fuck with my style? I dare you to bite it

Fucking fly like I married a pilot

I'm just enjoying the ride

Killing this shit and I don't even try

She want it, baby, we can fuck every night

Terminator, I get up every time

Pinocchio, on the hoes I don't like

My dick grow every time that I lie

Can't play a player for a piece of the pie

So fuck the rules, I can never abide

Hoes on my meat now

I just want the dome like a freestyle

Know you ain't used to finer things, But bae you fucking with me now

I got hoes from New York to Long Beach

Grinding for the gold like I'm John B

Brother motherfucker like a auntie

Drunk as fuck, I'm moving like a zombie

All black like I'm Batman

Kicking shit like I'm Jack Chan

No, I'm not going to the strip club, Fuck am I gonna do with a lap dance

Only thing I want inside my lap, Bands

I don't need to go and grab a strap, Hands

But I still shoot it, ain't no Call of Duty, When I say I'm gripping on a Mac-10

Bitches be calling on my phone Like I'm locked up non-stop

Niggas all hate me for clout, lil' dude, you not my opp

I spent like 200 just to have red and green on my socks

The way these girls scream my name You would think my songs was pop

I hit a home run and a young nigga Still rounding first base

Rappers, they all trying to run with me Nigga, you not at my pace

If you ain't trying to make money Please get the fuck out my face

Cause I need a house on the lake

Trying to be one of the greats

Trying to be known as the best

This is not check, it's just chess

You niggas a joke, I hang on the ropes, And hit like a kick to the head

I put the feelings to rest

And I put you jokers to bed

You talking say it with your chest

Or nothing else needs to be said

I do my thing and I leave them impressed

I say my words, they go over they heads

I'm moving and grooving, can't do what I'm doing

So how about you go get some money instead

I take what's mine and I leave em' what's left

If you not rocking with me, you can step

I am a star, look me up for a check

I am a star, just look up and I'm there