Текст песни POP STAR (feat. Kevin Gates) - kevin gates , DaBaby
They
gon'
tell
you
I
went
They
gon'
tell
you
I
went
They
gon'
tell
you
I
went
Popstars,
popstars
They
gon'
tell
you
They
probably
tell
you
I
went
'Pop'
(Uh-huh)
Until
a
nigga
play
with
me
and
he
get
popped
(Yeah)
I'm
on
front
row
at
BET
without
my
Glock
(Uh-huh)
I'm
ready
to
beat
a
nigga
up
like
I'm
The
Rock
(Let's
go)
And
she
ready
to
sweep
a
nigga
up
because
he
hot
(Huh)
She
ready
to
eat
a
nigga
up
until
he
lock
(Yeah)
She
hit
the
brakes
and
speed
it
up
like
she
a
car
(Vroom)
Now
she
got
her
hands
behind
her
head
like
I'm
a
cop,
huh
I
told
her
fuck
the
police,
yeah
She
right
beside
me
and
she
sending
nudes
(Let's
go)
You
fuck
my
bitch,
that's
cool,
I'm
fucking
niggas
bitches
too
If
you
try
my
shoes,
they
ain't
gone
fit
Me
and
you
wear
different
shoes
(Uh-uh)
Had
to
dumb
it
down
for
them
to
bite
Now
it's
time
to
switch
the
groove
(Yeah
okay)
I
pulled
up
smooth,
with
my
lil'
bae
But
I
could've
came
with
ya
boo
(Uh-huh)
If
you
with
the
shit,
like
I'm
with
the
shit
And
they
play,
they
gone
make
the
news
(Yeah)
I
was
hitting
yo
sis
on
Sunday
(Yeah)
At
your
grandma
place,
she
cool
(Uh-huh)
And
if
she
raised
you,
I
don't
want
her
plate
No,
I
ain't
even
take
her
food
(No
thanks)
Baby
bougie,
he
be
turning
down
all
kind
of
hoes
He
took
my
bitch
in
Nike,
I'm
rocking
designer
clothes
I
told
her,
"Sorry
I'm
not
fucking,
baby,
I'm
not
a
hoe"
Had
bitches
knocking
at
my
door
like
they
was
dominoes
They
gone
say
I
went
'Pop'
(Ah-huh)
Until
a
nigga
play
with
me
and
he
get
popped
(Yeah)
I'm
on
front
row
at
BET
without
my
Glock
(Ah-huh)
I'm
ready
to
beat
a
nigga
up
like
I'm
The
Rock
(Let's
go)
And
she
ready
to
sweep
a
nigga
up
because
he
hot
(Hmm-mm)
She
ready
to
eat
a
nigga
up
until
he
lock
(Yeah)
She
hit
the
brakes
and
speed
it
up
like
she
a
car
(Vroom)
Now
she
got
her
hands
behind
her
head
like
I'm
a
cop,
huh
I
told
her
fuck
the
police,
yeah
Taking
a
trip
to
Mexico,
I'm
coming
right
back
to
town
I
sell
a
lot
of
perico,
been
tryna
slow
it
down
Takin'
a
fo',
I
put
a
two
on
that
and
then
I
make
it
bounce
I
took
the
thirty-six
to
a
hundred-eight
and
weigh
up
every
ounce
I'm
a
plug,
working
a
drug
hub
out
in
H-town
Bae
what
up,
you
my
lil'
love
bug,
you
with
Gates
now
Penetrate,
while
I
grip
her
waist,
push
her
face
down
Concentrate,
boom,
this
that
base,
making
grave
sounds
Got
a
graveyard
up
under
my
belt,
more
murders
than
New
Mexico
Thirty-round
extension,
mini-glizzy
and
I'm
surgical
I'm
holding
rank
in
the
cartel,
I
got
control
in
this
bitch
Still
a
book
you
for
a
show
and
get
you
showed
in
this
bitch
Bread
winner,
don
dada,
bitch,
we
Puerto
Rico
gangland
A
hundred
bricks
ain't
nothing
I
push
the
button
and
make
the
plane
land
Showed
some
of
you
niggas
how
to
grind
up
out
the
whole
Then
I
tied
you
in
with
'migo
then
I
gotcha
another
low
Yeah,
he
just
told
you
how
to
'Pop'
(Ah-huh)
Until
a
nigga
play
with
me
and
he
get
popped
(Yeha)
I'm
on
front
row
at
BET
without
my
Glock
(Ah-huh)
I'm
ready
to
beat
a
nigga
up
like
I'm
The
Rock
(Let's
go)
And
she
ready
to
sweep
a
nigga
up
because
he
hot
(Huh)
She
ready
to
eat
a
nigga
up
until
he
lock
(Yeah)
She
hit
the
brakes
and
speed
it
up
like
she
a
car
(Vroom)
Now
she
got
her
hands
behind
her
head
like
I'm
a
cop,
huh
I
told
her
fuck
the
police,
yeah
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