Pop City

My next girl always badder than my last one
Your next girl use my rhymes as a caption
I pipe a shawty then I turn into a phantom
Free Basement moving merch like it’s PacSun
These dollar bills got me dirty romancing
Used to dub a nigga, now they always getting handsy
Lights on, light off, way her ass clappin'
She gon' bring the thunder, I don’t care if it’s plastic
Bottle girls telling me to meet her in the restroom
Head game in outta space like Neptune
Chest game on Pamela on Baywatch
She do all of this to me while her bae watch
Some niggas only got a tool, cause they ain’t go no hands
Some niggas mean mug the boy, but dawg he been a fan
Could sell my life to Warner Bros cause it’s Cinemax
So if she know my jam
She gon' pop for it real nigga
Hook:
She gon' pop it for a real nigga
They asses fatter cause my bills bigger
Competition still missin'
I mean you dropped but we never listen
Girls scream like I’m new edition, real shit