Pop Pop
Hollywood Stel
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This Hollywood Stel Shit, got albums for free And got albums for sale, ya VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight I pop tags in morning, I pop the bands at night VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight I pop tags in morning, you pop bands at night Two bad yellow bones double stuffed like Oreos Sip mead like a king on my motha-fucking throne I ain’t respond if a message green from her phone That color ain’t match nothing in my wardrobe Medusa head, yellow bathrobe Royalty checks out of a fresh licked envelope Use a couple crackheads as your telescope On the low your ex hoe's asking me for my horoscope It took me one year to be self made I could barley write hooks felt this shit like yesterday I sit back lay down three tracks in a work day You still struggle playing covers that shit don’t get you paid Ain’t play no shows solo still rocking with the best I’m a real artist you a stage band for my sets No stream service Facebook but take a guess Look who got an artist wristband to South by South-West VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight I pop tags in morning, and pop bands at night VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight I pop tags in morning, and pop bands at night Done dealt with so many jokers I'm a dark night All the way back when Bhad Bhabie was fucking white Cultural appropriation say I do the same But I ain’t playing like I’m something that I fucking ain’t And take them two plastic figures learn to be gangsta This shit you coming at me with is nothing but banter What ever y’all do I can do it way better I’m grown from the streets and y’all grown from some planters Stay mad, y’all can keep them autographs And y’all can tell me you got love but you ain’t get none back And y’all can shit on my name y’all can shit on my fame Fact the matter is Hollywood shit on ya'll's game That’s why I’m spitting slow for yo comprehension On the DL won’t name any names to mention Ain’t scared of weapons or heading to the heavens Cause y’all under the impression that I had malintentions VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines And two dicks got these shit looking hella tight I pop tags in morning, and pop bands at night VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines And two dicks got these shit looking hella tight I pop tags in morning, and pop bands at night
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