​popstar lyrics

[Chorus]
(Haha)
This b*tch know who I am, yeah, L-I-L O
Lil' O geeked off contraband
Double cross, we slime your mans
Five hundred, fill that cup again
I just f*cked it up again
Spilled the lean, f*cked up my pants
Brand-new coupe 'cause I recoup
Double cup still in my hand
b*tch, I'm ballin' like 24, 'cause the rock can't leave my hand
Got a rocket for your man
Rock the baby straight to bed
We got hella f*ckin' lean, so they wanna kick it, yeah

[Verse]
n*gga, f*ck a VIP, in that back door, you get hit
I got sticks on me, don't you end up in a ditch
Chrome Heart and Balenci', what I got, can't cop that sh*t
Pockets fatter than a b*tch, got my racks, you throw a fit
Brr, brr, you already know what time it is
I can flex my brand-new b*tch
I can flеx my brand-new kicks
Or I can flex this fast-ass whip
Double cup, I'm fat as sh*t
Oh, you said you got thеm sticks? Let's link up and do that sh*t
I got clothes that cost a brick, b*tch, you not livin' like this
Damn, ran off on the plug like, "You gon' have to catch me, kid"
Hood rich, now they all love us 'cause we lit
b*tch tryin' to keep up, you can't keep up with this sh*t
[Chorus]
(Haha)
This b*tch know who I am, yeah, L-I-L O
Lil' O geeked off contraband
Double cross, we slime your mans
Five hundred, fill that cup again
I just f*cked it up again
Spilled the lean, f*cked up my pants
Brand-new coupe 'cause I recoup
Double cup still in my hand
b*tch, I'm ballin' like 24, 'cause the rock can't leave my hand
Got a rocket for your man
Rock the baby straight to bed
We got hella f*ckin' lean, so they wanna kick it, yeah

[Outro]
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