Lyrics Pop Star - Babyseven

Haha Lucky Devil you just went fed
And I still ain't got no lighter

Take off karti
I told the boy gone take off karti
Where's my pockets
Come in this bitch and I drop deposit
Shawty she know I'm too playa
I don't do the sex yeah I just want the Noggin
He put a bag on my head gotta double The price babyseven gone pop it
Drop this shit off in New York
And I Came with some flows man I know The Assignment
I'm in the booth with this exotic weed And I told them I forgot my lighter
I'm in this booth with a big 45 and I told them I am not a fighter
I got a stick in my mf draws and I put It in a dress like spider
Free spider
Free spider
Free spider
Free spider
Seven sessions
Jesus gave me seven blessings
Moma say lil boy don't get in no shit
Man I never listen
Who the fuck got catalogue like me
That's why they against me
And I got big Broll
And I came from zero
I done bought a couple sticks I done Spent it all do you wanna see those
Lucky devil went fed I don't had my First show with some fine hoes
I can never be a clone what the fuck these niggas talking bout a Harlow

You can find me in the trap
Babyseven lucky devil and little karti
All my cars be exotic
All my cars be push started
I can't help but to pop it
Shawty wet I gotta mop it
Still on planet seven
I got seven sessions
We can't wait to bless 'em
Karti gonna stretch him
I got dogs gone fetch him
We got drugs in system
I be getting tested
I was tryna paint this picture