Pop a bottle disappear Houdini
Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds we too greedy
Said she want a superstar we next up take it easy yeah
Pop a bottle disappear Houdini
Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds ain't no fifties
Said she want a superstar we party like the eighties
I was like
God damn how she move it like that
Show me how to vibe we can groove it like that
Liquor in her cup I don't need her like that
I don't want to talk can we keep it like that
Another 4 more shots damn she got me in my feeling
I be posted with my brothers and we higher than the ceiling
Every time I make a song all the people they be stealing
And my shooters on the way point at them they do the killing
Yeah
Run up you might catch a high tech
Messing with my dawgs watch out they might bite back
She got pretty eyes staring at my blue check
She got pretty thighs all up on me what's next
Swerving in the foreign at the parking doing donuts
Mac 11 red beam smoke them just like two blunts
Pull up to the scene give them fade they got a haircut
Your girl wilding out swear that she a queen she on sumn so I
Pop a bottle disappear Houdini
Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds we too greedy
Said she want a superstar we next up take it easy yeah
Pop a bottle disappear Houdini
Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds ain't no fifties
Said she want a superstar we party like the eighties
Said she want a superstar I'm 'bout to pull up
I grab that bitch and throw it down I'm bout to make her my slut
I'm counting hundreds no fifties
Your bitch gon show me her titties
I'm going cities to cities
And I'm like damn
Why the AR gotta go and jam
When I send a couple shots you know I'm aiming at your mans
I be getting hella plays that's why I know your bitch a fan
She gon hit me she like baby how you doing on the gram aye
I'm doing great
Really cannot complain
Invite her over to the crib and now she giving me brain
I'm bout to talk a little shit
Because these other rappers so lame
Because they were bumping my music now they yelling my name
I'm counting racks everyday
Bitch I just get to the fame
'Bout to be a superstar cuz that's the future that I claim
And if you run up on me you gon end up dead this ain't a game
Because no one gets between me and my bread
Aye aye
Pop a bottle disappear Houdini
Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds we too greedy
Said she want a superstar we next up take it easy yeah
Pop a bottle disappear Houdini
Baby want my jacket I won't text her but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds ain't no fifties
Said she want a superstar we party like the eighties