[Intro]

St1cks

[Chorus: POPSTARBILLS]

I'm on my jock shit

My pockets be lifting, they brolic (Sheesh!)

Can't fuck with the opp shit

Talkin' too hot we gon crop him (Yea)

Gang in this bitch, Varsity

She a treesh, get away far from me

Are they talkin that shit? Probably

Cuz I be too hot like a sauna be

She give me the stimulus (Yeah! A-ha)

Economy

Yeah I’m everything that they wanna be

And they just can't do it properly

Tell all of my haters go suck a dick

And to the one time I plead the fifth

Popstarbills, yeah I never miss

Matter fact, go ahead you could watch this

Check this shit out bitch im sturdy (Glah)

Get to the bag, early (Sheesh!)

These pockets are brolic, burly (Goddamn)

If im sippin, you know that its dirty (That’s right)

I'm with the big jock, Jackie (Slatt)

Countin up rickety rackies (Racks)

They hawkin, they eyein (Yea!)

Somethin like Anthony Mackie

Steady makin' these hits with platinum (Say less)

So I could skrrt off in a phantom (Let's go)

When we hit the mic, it’s an anthem (Let's go)

We the big jocks, they peewee they bantam (Let's go)

They just be chattin'

They just be cappin'

I just be maccen for real (Let's go)

I get it poppin'

Bitch I be active

Gettin the bread with no deal (Let's go)

I'm on my jock shit

My pockets be lifting, they brolic (Sheesh!)

Can't fuck with the opp shit

Talkin' too hot we gon crop him (Yea)

Gang in this bitch, Varsity

She a treesh, get away far from me

Are they talkin that shit? Probably

Cuz I be too hot like a sauna be

[Verse: Jackie Platinum]

(Let’s go, go)

I be on the boulevard with rookie cards up in my hand

I got a ho she movin' coke

She stay flippin that contraband

My old bros they always know I was gonna be the fuckin man

Now I’m running them fuckin bands

Killin shit just like the son of sam

Ha, blick em

Gun been runnin out of bullets so I gotta stick 'em

Body be hoppin, I gave em some rhythm

Told lil brody to put a few in 'em

I do not miss, a sniper I get 'em

Top jock, lil boy are you kidding?

Pop rocks the way I put this shit in 'em

Hold on, I think im fuckin glitchin!

Jock shit, we gonna run it up

No jokes, tired of the funny stuff

Runnin my money till mothafuckin sun is up

Baby keep talkin im keepin my gunny up

Shootin' his body so hard that it bunny hop

Bad bitches know I keep me a muddy cup

I jock walk on his grave, they still think I ain't done enough

Ha, turn up!

I got some opposition Imma burn up

I feel like tony the way that I earn up

Turnin that boy to ashes put your urn up

I feel like ja the way that I been soarin'

All of these pussy boys are not important

All my racks are brolic, whoa man

Hit 'em with a leshgo then

[Chorus: POPSTARBILLS]

I'm on my jock shit

My pockets be lifting, they brolic (Sheesh!)

Can't fuck with the opp shit

Talkin' too hot we gon crop him (Yea)

Gang in this bitch, Varsity

She a treesh, get away far from me

Are they talkin that shit? Probably

Cuz I be too hot like a sauna be

She give me the stimulus (Yeah! A-ha)

Economy

Yeah I’m everything that they wanna be

And they just can't do it properly

Tell all of my haters go suck a dick

And to the one time I plead the fifth

Popstarbills, yeah I never miss

Matter fact, go ahead you could watch this

Check this shit out bitch im sturdy (Glah)

Get to the bag, early (Sheesh!)

These pockets are brolic, burly (Goddamn)

If im sippin, you know that its dirty (That’s right)

I'm with the big jock, Jackie (Slatt)

Countin up rickety rackies (Racks)

They hawkin, they eyein (Yea!)

Somethin like Anthony Mackie

Steady makin' these hits with platinum (Say less)

So I could skrrt off in a phantom (Let's go)

When we hit the mic, it’s an anthem (Let's go)

We the big jocks, they peewee they bantam (Let's go)

They just be chattin'

They just be cappin'

I just be maccen for real (Let's go)

I get it poppin'

Bitch I be active

Gettin the bread with no deal (Let's go)

[Outro]

Varsity

St1cks

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