(Chorus 1)

Pop those bottles like Daquan/

Fuck those models like Daquan/

Ride on the block like Daquan/

Rock with your squad like Daquan/

(Verse 1: His Heart)

Mustard on the beat ho, like your YG/

A real G you are, drinks on YMCMB/

Bottoms up, you get the condoms drawn/

A summer boy, that forgot about the autumn/

In reality, you fly with the bigger price/

Once baptized, now sex is enticed/

True you in disguise, image on autopilot/

Intertwined with a twisted mind/

Been molded, that Mercedes on the grind/

Farrarri next to it, boy it seems your doing fine/

But does the quantity give you quality?/

Moment of clarity, you threw away possibility/

To get a first class seat in popularity/

An underground luxury my ass/

You took a pass at the pop trash/

The real chance to be you is gone/

Since now you play copycat with daquan/

(Chorus 2)

Pop those bottles like Daquan/

Fuck those models like Daquan/

Ride on the block like Daquan/

Rock with your squad like Daquan/

(Verse 2: His Executive)

Imagine your child's face when you drive in/

Another milli made, just by thriving/

Son you got a drive, a dedicated bite/

If you join the ride, we can translate it overnight/

Overseas they will dig your expertise/

On sight, money will indeed grow on trees/

I'm not asking you to sell your soul to the devil/

Metaphorically put your foot to the petal/

See this cigar right here in my hand?/

Custom cuban link, its all yours my man/

But money ain't made without power/

And your getting none from these doubters/

Being a poster child for our game is correct/

That's a positive, read about it from your jet/

You can bet you'll be damn near on/

But the A&R want you more like daquan/ (sir)

(Verse 3: His Fan)

Like star wars, it seems you went to the dark side/

A ride full of money, pussy, power was your guide/

C'mon bro i thought you was different/

I was their from the start, to see the growing ignorance/

I had your first mixtape on my playlist/

You taught shit almost like a therapist/

It was therapeutic living straight from the hood/

What the fuck turned you into another crook?/

You assured your day 1 fans you'd be the same/

The real underdog, with just a major name/

Major deal, major tours, major woman later/

And songs with Kid Ink turned us into haters/

Price tags i guess inspired you to brag/

Gold numbeR, made you think it was in the bag/

Truth is, you lost touch with that new song/

We lost Bobby first, we can't lose you to daquan/

(Chorus 3)

Pop those bottles like Daquan/

Fuck those models like Daquan/

Ride on the block like Daquan/

Rock with your squad like Daquan/