text: They gon tell you I went
  They gon tell you I went
  They gon tell you I went
  Pop star 
  What they gon tell you? 
  They prolly tell you I went pop 
  Until a nigga play with me and he get popped 
  Im on front row at BET without my Glock 
  Im ready to beat a nigga up like Im The Rock 
  And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot 
  She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock 
  She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car 
  Now she got her hands behind her head like Im a cop 
  I told her Fuck the police, yeah
  She right beside me and she sendin nudes 
  You fuck my bitch? Thats cool, Im fuckin niggas bitches, too
  If you try my shoes, they aint gon fit, man, you wear different shoes 
  Had to dumb it down for them to bite, now its time to switch the groove 
  I pull up smooth wit my lil bae, but I coulda came wit your boo 
  If you wit the shit like Im wit the shit, when they play they gon make the news 
  I was in your sis on Sunday at your grandma place, she cool 
  And if she raised you, I dont want her plate, no, I aint even take her food 
  Baby bougie, he be turnin down all kinda hoes
  He took my bitch in Nike, Im rockin designer clothes
  I told her Sorry, Im not fuckin, baby Im not a ho
  Had bitches knockin at my door like they was Dominos
  They gon say I went pop 
  Until a nigga play with me and he get popped 
  Im on front row at BET without my Glock 
  Im ready to beat a nigga up like Im The Rock 
  And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot 
  She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock 
  She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car 
  Now she got her hands behind her head like Im a cop 
  I told her Fuck the police, yeah
  Takin a trip to Mexico, Im comin right back in town 
  I sell a lotta perico, been tryna slow it down 
  Takin a four, I put a two on that and then I make it bounce 
  I took a thirty-six to a hundred and eight and weigh up every ounce
  Im a plug, workin a drug hub out in H-town 
  Hey, what up? You my lil love bug, you with Gates now
  Penetrate while I grip her waist, push her face down 
  Concentrate , this that bass, makin great sounds 
  Got a graveyard up under my belt, more murders than New Mexico
  Thirty round extension, mini Glizzy and Im servin coke
  Im up in rank in the cartel, I got control in this bitch 
  And still, Ill 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 aint 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 
  Until a nigga play with me and he get popped 
  Im on front row at BET without my Glock 
  Im ready to beat a nigga up like Im The Rock 
  And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot 
  She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock 
  She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car 
  Now she got her hands behind her head like Im a cop 
  I told her Fuck the police, yeah