BabyTron, Since99 - Pop Starz Lyrics

RJ always tripping, man
RJ always tripping (RJ always tripping, man)
I'm tripping, 99 tripping
Let me take my mask off
We damn near all tripping, I wouldn't lie
What up, RJ? (This shit is serious)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

'Miri jeans, can't stuff a dub in them
See an opp
Fuck around and stuff a slug in him
She put that pussy in the air
Bro stuff the drugs in it
Fendi monster on my tee, lil' bitch
I mug in it

Bitch, I'm toting on a Virgil
Hold a light 50 choppa on me
Send it to Topanga like I'm Trippie
Making all decisions, bro
This shit can get real risky
I done saw him in the bucket
Boutta go and hit the jiffy

Good with punch, BINs, but I got dumb pins
99 and them some sharks, boy
You can't just jump in
This ain't Fornite but my shooter
Snuck a pump in better use yo head 'cause
'fore you know it, it get stumped in
Skinny guy, fat shoes, I like them Triple S
Me, Stan, and Dee in Off White, boy
That's a triple X
Turn around and make a thirty triple
That's the triple flex
Hoes talking shit, I beat her
Ass so, lil' bitch, you next

99 overall, ain't no Jae Crowder
Revving up that engine in the Scat
It got some horse power
Pull up to his city then I'm
Blowing up the Trump Tower
Nah, I don't be eating on no Warheads
Smoking real sour
Florida plug, posted up in Broward
I'm about to go and put him
Up on camera like I'm Chowder
Sliding on him after hours, level up
It ain't no power
Bending air, I feel like Aang but, bitch
I'm bringing fire power

Christian Loubs flashy than a bitch, boy
I'm a pop star
AKs and Dracs, play with metals
I'm a rock star
Bro poured up into his pop, now he a Wockstar
Shred his whole gang like I'm Mone
Feel like the Chopstar
These ain't Vans, lil' bitch, nah
These some Ian Connors
Broke as hell, talking shit
I'm somewhere OT eating lobsters
Sick in the head, bitch, I'm so slime
I think I need a doctor i'm off a RP
I raised a bar but I don't need a spotter

I just went and poured a
Four in my Tahitian Treat
Bitch, I'm smoking on this 'Wood
It ain't no funnel or no sheets
And I'm feeling like I'm Bam Adebayo
Toting that heat when I get up on the court
I'm shooting shit like Pistol Pete
This shit nothing new
I got Crocs up on a shoe
And he steady on the sideline
Watching shit like Tyronn Lue
Cutting up like I'm a crew, bitch
I'll be back in a few
Different colors like a hue
Why this white bitch wanna sue?
Like I'm Stevie Wonder, yeah
I got that bitch up out of sight
And I'm serving automatic
Boutta climb me on a light
Yeah, you know we bringing static but
He do not wanna fight
Said he went and got a Patek
But that G-Shock looking nice

Kane and Undertaker
We'll slam him in the box
I take the Wockhardt then I slam it in my pop
Ain't gotta ask her for no top
Balenciaga runners
Rocking socks up on the block