DaBaby, Kevin Gates - POP STAR lyrics

(Pop star) They gon' tell you I went
They gon' tell you I went
They gon' tell you I went
Pop star  (Pop star)
What they gon' tell you?  (Huh)

They prolly tell you I went pop (Huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get popped
(yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock
(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 (Mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock
(yeah) she hit the brakes and speed it
Up like she a car (Hm-m)
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 sendin' nudes
(Let's go) you fuck my bitch? That's cool
I'm fuckin' niggas bitches, too
If you try my shoes, they
Ain't gon' fit, man
You wear different shoes (Uh, uh)
Had to dumb it down for them to bite
Now it's time to switch the groove
(Okay, okay)
I pull up smooth wit' my lil' bae
But I coulda came wit' your boo (Uh, huh)
If you wit' the shit like I'm wit' the shit
When they play they gon' make the news
(yeah) i was in your sis on
Sunday 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 turnin' down all kinda hoes
He took my bitch in Nike
I'm rockin' designer clothes
I told her "Sorry, I'm not fuckin'
Baby I'm not a ho"
Had bitches knockin' at my door
Like they was Domino's

They gon' say I went pop (Huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get popped
(yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock
(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 (Mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock
(yeah) she hit the brakes and speed it
Up like she a car (Hm-m)
Now she got her hands behind her
Head like I'm a cop (Huh)
I told her "Fuck the police", yeah

Takin' a trip to Mexico
I'm comin' right back in town (Órale)
I sell a lotta perico
Been tryna slow it down (Tryna slow it down)
Takin' a four
I put a two on that and then I make it bounce
(Boing) i took a thirty-six to a hundred and
Eight and weigh up every ounce
I'm a plug, workin' a drug hub out in H-town
(Hey) hey what up? You my lil' love bug
You with Gates now
Penetrate while I grip her waist
Push her face down (yeah)
Concentrate (Boom) , this that bass, makin' great sounds (Boom, boom, boom)
Got a graveyard up under my belt
More murders than New Mexico
Thirty round extension
Mini Glizzy and I'm servin' coke
I'm up in rank in the cartel
I got control in this bitch (Nyoom)
And still, i'll book you for a show and
Get you showed in this bitch
Swear you want a don dada, bitch
We Puerto Rico gangland
A hundred bricks ain't nuttin'
I pushed a button and make the plane land
Show some of you niggas how to
Grind up out the hole
Then I tied ya in with 'migo then I got you
He just told

Yeah, he just told you how to pop (Huh?)
Until a nigga play with me and he get popped
(yeah)
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock
(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 (Mm, mm)
She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock
(yeah) she hit the brakes and speed it
Up like she a car (Hm-m)
Now she got her hands behind her
Head like I'm a cop (Huh)
I told her "Fuck the police", yeah