On Pop Style

Yeah, yeah
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich
(dumb rich)
This sound like some forty-three oh-one shit
(one shit)
All my niggas wanna do is pop style
(pop style)
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (lifestyle)

They like Pablo why are all the
Windows tinted on your Tahoe?
Why do you know every single
Bitch that I know?
Why can't you just shut your mouth
And take the high road?
Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago (aye)
South, south, side, that's the motto (aye)
Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
Take the devils out my life
And preach the gospel, cause I know
We went way, way past the line of scrimmage
Aye throne is back up in it, aye
In the field like Emmitt, aye
Y'all get so offended, aye
I be blacking out, I ain't backing out
Jay about his business
And I'mma let you finish but I
I just, I just, I just
I just wanna rock your body
Take you to the garage and do some karate
Chop it, chop it, chop it
Chop it sipping sake
Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki