Songtext Goin' pop Caskey

Goin' pop

In the kitchen and it's Taysty

I’m gon’ make it to that sequel
Try not do this evil
We ain’t goin’ pop, we just popping up like Bieber
I been getting sober my dog still pour up that liter
He could go and catch a body dog that’s still my people
I’ma fucking rockstar but I ain’t gon’ play no Beatles
Ask me what my sign is bitch I’m out here signing deals
In my bag not in my feels
Plus back in the field
I just heard the newest shit y’all dropped
Is y’all for real?

Killing every one of y’all the only thing that’s on my bucket list
You suck at this
They been tattin’ “blacksheep” on they stomach
Cause they fuck with this
I could trust you ’bout as much as I go trust the governm?nt
Keep them twin Glocks in the car I call them ho?s the doublemint
Money tryna double I don’t stay off at the double tree
Two of all the cars I own like someone tryna double me
Doubled up my shawty bad cause she ain’t tryna trouble me
All she want for christmas is a ap and some double d’s
I done did it humbly it wasn’t me
Once you make a million find out where all of your cousins be
Gon’ discover who is real when it’s time for discovery
Say that that’s a stupid bag? well y’all ain’t go as dumb as me

I’m gon’ make it to that sequel
Try not do this evil
We ain’t goin’ pop, we just popping up like Bieber
I been getting sober my dog still pour up that liter
He could go and catch a body dog that’s still my people
I’ma fucking rockstar but I ain’t gon’ play no Beatles
Ask me what my sign is bitch I’m out here signing deals
In my bag not in my feels
Plus back in the field
I just heard the newest shit y’all dropped
Is y’all for real?

Pussy I been psyched by the lack of competition
Ripped the aux chord out cause that was hard to listen
Leaving trails of bread crumbs I wasn’t feeding pigeons
Name ain’t consequence they still got the consequences
Mask up I wasn’t on a mission
Competition gone missing
Don’t subtract I do addition
Draw the line I’ve gone fishing
Say they’ll ride they on collision
Get the check ain’t on commission
Say you real you a rendition
Atm that’s my religion
Atf been tryna visit
Visit my vision I got out the kitchen and on to a better position
Don’t need permission they pop out and see you
You gonna go see the physician
I don’t be making no calls to nobody boss
I’m the one who be making the decisions
They don’t wanna see you winning
Been like that from the beginning

I’m gon’ make it to that sequel
Try not do this evil
We ain’t goin’ pop, we just popping up like Bieber
I been getting sober my dog still pour up that liter
He could go and catch a body dog that’s still my people
I’ma fucking rockstar but I ain’t gon’ play no Beatles
Ask me what my sign is bitch I’m out here signing deals
In my bag not in my feels
Plus back in the field
I just heard the newest shit y’all dropped
Is y’all for real?