Popstar

My ammo reloaded, I'm ready to boom Niggas be shitty like Fruit of the loom Back on the mic, all you niggas is doomed Dusting you niggas, I'm grabbing a broom Don't get to tripping like you was on shrooms Hot like I'm out in the middle of June DJ myself when I hop in the booth So I put myself on the ones and the twos I'm at the top but got nothing to lose Shawty a freak and she loving the crew Can't hold me down like I'm walking the moon Water my neck like I walked in the pool You in my way then you better move Bob The Builder, I keep a tool Drip lord, I turn water to juice And keep me some honeys like Winnie the Pooh Okay, I'm very excited Cause money, it make me excited Smoking these niggas, I ain't even light it Niggas be rapping, they ain't even write it Bitch, I'm on fire, lil' bitch, I'm ignited Think you can fuck with me? dare you to try it Fuck with my style? I dare you to bite it Fucking fly like I married a pilot I'm just enjoying the ride Killing this shit and I don't even try She want it, baby, we can fuck every night Terminator, I get up every time Pinocchio, on the hoes I don't like My dick grow every time that I lie Can't play a player for a piece of the pie So fuck the rules, I can never abide Hoes on my meat now I just want the dome like a freestyle Know you ain't used to finer things, But bae you fucking with me now I got hoes from New York to Long Beach Grinding for the gold like I'm John B Brother motherfucker like a auntie Drunk as fuck, I'm moving like a zombie All black like I'm Batman Kicking shit like I'm Jack Chan No, I'm not going to the strip club, Fuck am I gonna do with a lap dance Only thing I want inside my lap, Bands I don't need to go and grab a strap, Hands But I still shoot it, ain't no Call of Duty, When I say I'm gripping on a Mac-10 Bitches be calling on my phone Like I'm locked up non-stop Niggas all hate me for clout, lil' dude, you not my opp I spent like 200 just to have red and green on my socks The way these girls scream my name You would think my songs was pop I hit a home run and a young nigga Still rounding first base Rappers, they all trying to run with me Nigga, you not at my pace If you ain't trying to make money Please get the fuck out my face Cause I need a house on the lake Trying to be one of the greats Trying to be known as the best This is not check, it's just chess You niggas a joke, I hang on the ropes, And hit like a kick to the head I put the feelings to rest And I put you jokers to bed You talking say it with your chest Or nothing else needs to be said I do my thing and I leave them impressed I say my words, they go over they heads I'm moving and grooving, can't do what I'm doing So how about you go get some money instead I take what's mine and I leave em' what's left If you not rocking with me, you can step I am a star, look me up for a check I am a star, just look up and I'm there