Popular (Pianos With Zoomo) YL

[Verse 1]
Yeah, she wanna hang with Y
And keep it on the low
This time I gotta go
You see me passin' by
Then be like, where you goin'?
I say away from y'all
You ain't even playin' ball
Bitch you sidelinin'
You gonna die lyin'
Lyin' to yourself, get rich or die tryin'
More than fifty cents, this ain't no disrespect
Love, let me touch it up
The denim skirt with the Nikes, think you on to somethin'
I'm just tryna stay 100 not a dolla bill
Young boy makin' moves, that's without a deal
Its gettin' crowded, we could be up out of it
There ain't no worries when tomorrow is a Saturday
I think that ass is gettin fatter or my eyes playin'
Tricks on me like a magic show
Nah'm sayin', Y never out of pocket
Why you poppin' up
You tight, you seen some bitches on me 'cause I'm popular
Get over it

[Hook]
She only want me on the weekends
Close my eyes when I'm jumpin' off the deep end
You was hatin' that was recently I do remember
I was stuck inside New York it's a long December
Yo you remember that one time?
Where was you at?
I was out of town but flew back
You could get mad or leave it in the past but
Please don't try to act like you ain't never knew that