paroles de chanson Pop Starz (feat. Since 99) - BabyTron
RJ
always
tripping,
man
RJ
always
tripping
(RJ
always
tripping,
man)
I'm
tripping,
99
tripping
Let
me
take
my
mask
off
We
damn
near
all
tripping,
I
wouldn't
lie
What
up,
RJ?
(This
shit
is
serious)
Ayy,
ayy,
ShittyBoyz
'Miri
jeans,
can't
stuff
a
dub
in
them
See
an
opp,
fuck
around
and
stuff
a
slug
in
him
She
put
that
pussy
in
the
air,
bro
stuff
the
drugs
in
it
Fendi
monster
on
my
tee,
lil'
bitch,
I
mug
in
it
Bitch,
I'm
toting
on
a
Virgil
hold
a
light
50
Choppa
on
me,
send
it
to
Topanga
like
I'm
Trippie
Making
all
decisions,
bro,
this
shit
can
get
real
risky
I
done
saw
him
in
the
bucket,
boutta
go
and
hit
the
jiffy
Good
with
punch,
BINs,
but
I
got
dumb
pins
99
and
them
some
sharks,
boy,
you
can't
just
jump
in
This
ain't
Fornite
but
my
shooter
snuck
a
pump
in
Better
use
yo
head
'cause
'fore
you
know
it,
it
get
stumped
in
Skinny
guy,
fat
shoes,
I
like
them
Triple
S
Me,
Stan,
and
Dee
in
Off-White,
boy,
that's
a
triple
X
Turn
around
and
make
a
thirty
triple,
that's
the
triple
flex
Hoes
talking
shit,
I
beat
her
ass
so,
lil'
bitch,
you
next
99
overall,
ain't
no
Jae
Crowder
Revving
up
that
engine
in
the
Scat,
it
got
some
horse
power
Pull
up
to
his
city
then
I'm
blowing
up
the
Trump
Tower
Nah,
I
don't
be
eating
on
no
Warheads,
smoking
real
sour
Florida
plug,
posted
up
in
Broward
I'm
about
to
go
and
put
him
up
on
camera
like
I'm
Chowder
Sliding
on
him
after
hours,
level
up,
it
ain't
no
power
Bending
air,
I
feel
like
Aang
but,
bitch,
I'm
bringing
fire
power
Christian
Loubs
flashy
than
a
bitch,
boy,
I'm
a
pop
star
AKs
and
Dracs,
play
with
metals,
I'm
a
rock
star
Bro
poured
up
into
his
pop,
now
he
a
Wockstar
Shred
his
whole
gang
like
I'm
Mone,
feel
like
the
Chopstar
These
ain't
Vans,
lil'
bitch,
nah,
these
some
Ian
Connors
Broke
as
hell,
talking
shit,
I'm
somewhere
OT
eating
lobsters
Sick
in
the
head,
bitch,
I'm
so
slime,
I
think
I
need
a
doctor
I'm
off
a
RP,
I
raised
a
bar
but
I
don't
need
a
spotter
I
just
went
and
poured
a
four
in
my
Tahitian
Treat
Bitch,
I'm
smoking
on
this
'Wood,
it
ain't
no
funnel
or
no
sheets
And
I'm
feeling
like
I'm
Bam
Adebayo,
toting
that
heat
When
I
get
up
on
the
court,
I'm
shooting
shit
like
Pistol
Pete
This
shit
nothing
new,
I
got
Crocs
up
on
a
shoe
And
he
steady
on
the
sideline
watching
shit
like
Tyronn
Lue
Cutting
up
like
I'm
a
crew,
bitch,
I'll
be
back
in
a
few
Different
colors
like
a
hue,
why
this
white
bitch
wanna
sue?
Like
I'm
Stevie
Wonder,
yeah,
I
got
that
bitch
up
out
of
sight
And
I'm
serving
automatic,
boutta
climb
me
on
a
light
Yeah,
you
know
we
bringing
static
but
he
do
not
wanna
fight
Said
he
went
and
got
a
Patek
but
that
G-Shock
looking
nice
Kane
and
Undertaker,
we'll
slam
him
in
the
box
I
take
the
Wockhardt
then
I
slam
it
in
my
pop
Ain't
gotta
ask
her
for
no
top
Balenciaga
runners,
rocking
socks
up
on
the
block
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