Popstar Lyrics

(Ouu Fredo)

Bouta score the bucket, I ain't waiting till the clock start

It's a Green Day in this room, bitch, we rockstars

You the type start up at the bench, I'm the top star

.40 really make a nigga toasted like a Pop Tart

Shit, I got heavy metal in this kit, bitch, I rock hard

Told myself in 2025, I will not starve

I got many different bags, you might see me on the pop charts

Moon walking on the frank benji's, I'm a pop star

On his Handy Mandy shit, cuzzy tripping with a few tools

Steady lying out your teeth, that's gon' leave you with a loose tooth

Fuck her then it's vámonos, I really hit her too smooth

Bitch I'm too rude, if you play, you get the deuce-deuce

Pikachu, world's biggest simp, bitch, I choose you

Got a good connection to the cash, call it Bluetooth

My dawg ain't really right up in the head, he got a blew fuse

Keep it quiet, I don't like to talk when I make new moves

Driving hella fast, don't give a fuck who recognize me

Only see the real, leave the fake shit behind me

Brody give it up, why the fuck is yo' bitch eyeing me?

Doubt me all you want, let the t-t-t-t-time speak

Really outer space, that's the place that you can find me

You gotta be more than loyal to me to surprise me

She gotta do more to give me head to excite me

Tryna count the money like the pages of a diary

Ayy, fuck an opposition till I'm six feet

Smack a nigga, put his ass to bed, he need a deep sleep

The way I'm running with the bag, you'll need quick feet

If you tryna stop me from a dub, you need a big reach

Rain drops, can't stop the cash like I'm Big Meech

Loudest ones talking out they crew be the weakest link

All the hoes treat me like I'm gold like a Jesus piece

Can't nobody see my next move, fuck a sneak peek

Dumbass

Fuck you and who you came with

And don't be worried 'bout the niggas who I hang with

I do this shit on my own, I don't lane switch

They opened the gates to the streets for yo' main bitch

Money morning and a money night like I change shifts

High as fuck, catching Lani Worrld on a spaceship

Man, I can't do no old hoes, but you ancient

Tryna help my bros, ain't no moving on no fake shit

Shit, cocaines on my feet, white lows

Growing out of niggas, kiddy shit is getting old

I'm a different type of nigga when I get up in that mode

For my dogs like I'm Drake, I don't care about my foes

Like damn, you a rookie, you can't hang with the pros

I'ma shine bright, bitch no matter where I go

Ain't no lame in my body from my head to my toes

I'ma ball even if I'm getting booed at my shows

Bitch, I'm really ballin' hard like a free throw

Get money and keep yo' head low, that's the cheat code

I got villain vibes, ain't the type to save cheap hoes

Told her we can shoot a movie scene with no sequels

Shit, I been spying at the snakes through the peephole

Really, I'm a rockstar nigga with an ego

Tryna up the cash amount like Casinos

It's forever get the money, stack it up with my 'migos