Popstar - Orrin

Walking round the city seen some clones on me.

Karma coming to they ass I clutch the rosary.

Bitch you hella fake and you are a snake.

Stealing all my swag boi u got no taste.

He shopping at the mall like his money tall.

Bitch I got two phones for when my shawty call.

My hand bag Louie pant sag trouie.

My bitch bad and her hand bag bougie.

My kush from outer space.

The shit u smoking laced.

Blasted off these craters but they on ya face!

Talking bout his swag but his fashion late

Eating all his blessings better watch ya plate!

No time for being pretty be a pop star.

Money turn u evil seen some monsters.

Think I need some help, but the cards been dealt.

Copping all my swag, bitch u r a gag.

I could tell that he fronting.

He turning nothing to something.

I’m chopping him like he’s mutton.

You know I’m pushing his button.

You know I’m flexing on these niggas.

You know I got sticky icky.

I mean I’m smoking a spliffy.

I’ll be right there in a jiffy.

I told that bitch she should wait.

We don’t got time to buy crepes.

I had to move out of state cause people now know my face.

But I’m still chasing the bags, real life boi riches to rags.

They walking late into the party and these bitches is gag.

I’m like one two three all these bitches on me.

And it’s four five six why is she grabbing my dick.

So I tell her back off

No you cannot have the sauce.

The life of being a boss but they cannot stop the force.

Niggas kill they momma for a dolla sign

Never changing up that is the bottom line

Bitch you hella fake bitch you are a snake.

Stealing all my swag boi u got no taste.

No time for being pretty be a pop star.

Money turn u evil seen some monsters.

Think I need some help, but the cards been dealt.

Copping all my swag, bitch u r a gag.