Hood Popstar Lyrics

I'm feeling like it's valentine all this chrome on

My family yea that's ybi they selling Flintstones

I'm dancing in yo bitch pussy with these ricks on

My cup like a bougie bitch it coast a supreme coat

Standing on the table throwing gang up

Crib so fucking big I need a arcade huh

You talking all that gangster shit so why you chain tucked

They think I got thigh pads on yea hut

Shawn Michaels from the rope I'ma pretty boy

Lil veeze spent 20 on matti boy

Lamborghini boy big boy kits

Call me Rick James pop star shit

All black on you'll think my wrist sleet

All black frames on life behind tent

5 start rating on my gta shit

If they knew what I did I'll be locked for that shit

Free my members out these cages they be hating

You'll I was banging c cause these faces

Fucking on these thot model these hoes basic

Rich nigga fucking rich hoes I'm they favorite

Ima toxic nigga I got toxic vibes

I'm not 24 but I'm tapped in with the mob

Yeah them sharks they pop you infront your mom

Free Shawn im trying to send you 500 shots

For Father's Day all want wock and pop

My dog 16 he will walk you down in crocks

Free that member free my baby baby shock