Pop Star Lyrics - 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' 

Until a nigga play with me and he get popped 

I'm on front row at BET without my Glock 

I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm 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 I'm a cop, huh 

I told her fuck the police, yeah 

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She right beside me and she sending nudes 

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 

Had to dumb it down for them to bite 

Now it's time to switch the groove 

I pulled up smooth, with my lil' bae 

But I could've came with ya boo 

If you with the shit, like I'm with the shit 

And they play, they gone make the news 

I was hitting yo sis on Sunday 

At your grandma place, she cool 

And if she raised you, I don't want her plate 

No, I ain't even take her food 

(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' 

Until a nigga play with me and he get popped 

I'm on front row at BET without my Glock 

I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm 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 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' 

Until a nigga play with me and he get popped 

I'm on front row at BET without my Glock 

I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm 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 I'm a cop, huh 

I told her fuck the police, yeah