Popstar Redda, Ezri & G2

[Intro: Redda]
It's fuckin' Redda, it's fuckin'...
Redda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Redda]
Smokin' so much dope, I'm feelin' like a rockstar
Smokin' so much dope, I'm feelin' I'm a rasta
And that bitch always screamin' like a buster
And that choppa gets it singin' like a popstar
I pop a pussy, boy, that's a pop-top (Yeah)
I pop a prick and say, I'm on this (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm test out sippin' on that Wap-Wap (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm pickin', yeah, I'm on the top-top
And I'm with draco and I'm jumpin' like it's hopscotch
Yeah, tell that lil' bitch, I'm gon' send you Cusco

[Verse 2: Ezri]
Yeah, slidin' in that Vette', I let the top drop
Choppa cut that boy in half just like a crop top
Yeah, he ain't get the picture, he got cropped up
Told him, hurry with my money, nigga, chop-chop
Yeah, that nigga a joke, knock-knock
Heard the opps singin' to the cops, that's an opera (Yeah)
Yeah, racin' to the money, need a stopwatch
Yeah, bro, he caught a body, got the block hot (Hm)
Yeah, run up on him, he gon' make the Glock pop (Huh, yeah)
I just spent like 30 on the G-Shot
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I'm in the treetops
I just seen the cops, I gotta speed up
Yeah, hit a friend in the back and pull a weave out (Huh, yeah)
Yeah, hit him in his back and watch him bleed out