Popstar lyrics

[Intro: Redda]
It's f*ckin' Redda, it's f*ckin'...
Redda
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[Verse 1: Redda]
Smokin' so much dope, I'm feelin' like a rockstar
Smokin' so much dope, I'm feelin' I'm a rockstar
And that b*tch always screamin' like a buster
And that choppa gets it singin' like a popstar
I pop a pus*y, boy, that's a pop-top (Yeah)
I pop a prick and say, I'm on this (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm test out sippin' on that Wap-Wap (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm pickin', yeah, I'm on the top-top
And I'm with draco and I'm jumpin' like it's hopscotch
Yeah, tell that lil' b*tch, I'm gon' send you Cusco

[Verse 2: Ezri]
Yeah, slidin' in that Vette', I let the top drop
Choppa cut that boy in half just like a crop top
Yeah, he ain't get the picture, he got cropped up
Told him, hurry with my money, n*gga, chop-chop
Yeah, that n*gga a joke, knock-knock
Heard the opps singin' to the cops, that's an opera (Yeah)
Yeah, racin' to the money, need a stopwatch
Yeah, bro, he caught a body, got the block hot (Hm)
Yeah, run up on him, he gon' make the Glock pop (Huh, yeah)
I just spent like 30 on the G-Shot
b*tch, I'm high as f*ck, I'm in the treetops
I just seen the cops, I gotta speed up
Yeah, hit a friend in the back and pull a weave out (Huh, yeah)
Yeah, hit him in his back and watch him bleed out
[Verse 3: Redda]
Hey, my b*tch call me G, and she freaked out
For that boy he talking sh*t, I punch his T-fun (Yeah)
I told Israel to meet me at the tree (Yeah-yeah)
He want some weed, come meet me at the tree (Yeah)
And we pushing P's out the P (Huh)
And I say sipping Texas tea, I'm teeter (Huh)
For that b*tch in the back of the Jeep, you gotta leave now (Huh)
For that b*tch now she want me, you gotta leave now
She don't wanna leave now, she causing a scene now

[Bridge: Redda, G2]
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[Verse 4: G2]
b*tch, you wanna f*ck, I just want to talk (Ayy, yeah)
Rather pop a perc than get some twat (Yeah, yeah)
Stunna what I smoke, I smoke a lot (Stunna)
Often when I smoke, I be (On top, yeah)
I'm in love with pills, I love the thrills (I love, yeah)
Steal up in them streets where it get real (Yeah)
If a n*gga steal, then he get killed (Uh-huh)
f*ck a hundred racks, b*tch, I need some meals (Ha)
Run into the money, all I think about is you (Ayy)
I got all this swag, I got all this drip (Swag, drip)
While they play with G, we f*ck around, make they cars flip (Flip)
Keep a gun on me, I don't wait, keep on on it (Frr, yo)
[Outro: Redda]
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