Pop? - Wretch 32, Ian Pepstar Opoku (pepstar)

You ain’t never weighed the ounce, fought a bouncer

You ain’t never hid no blocks in your mouth

They say I’m lucky, I must be fucking lucky

Already paid my dues and they’re running out of money

Got a different point of view, you should see em man, they’re lovely

In my prime, should be running for the country

Instead I keep it gully

Hoods on in the restaurant, elbows on the table

Got my Stan Smiths on and my trousers down low

I still make it rain balls

So childish, so childish, and my CSA went on diamonds

We fought our way up here, don’t wonder why we’re unbalanced

So violent, so violent, you talk shit, we riot

I bought it, supplied it, it don’t take no sidekick (amen)

And no sidekick, I came in on my own

When I’m ghost you can pop, pop, pop and have a toast

Let the liquour pour out, let the ladies all drown

We be going so in, how we gonna walk out?

Fucking up my liver, treat my body like a whore house

Used to be a Christian, now I’m in Dior wow

Pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop, pop, pop pop pop then we’re out

I ain’t a pop star, I ain’t a pop star

It just so happens my face is ever so popular

I ain’t a pop star, I’ll make it pop, darg

Even when I’m in 3s and 2s

Pop pop pop then we’re out

Let’s get it popping, let’s really get it popping

Got a lot of money, I can afford all my problems

She said I’m a hot male, she wants to log in

That’s the type of email that I’ve been getting too often

I’m a wrong’un, a problem, try and solve me, I’ll drop em

Just flying, and swat em, two plus two, leave them forgotten

But that’s simple maths when you’re smart like me

Worth more dead when you’re alive like me

Got a big will, I’ve got Black Eyed Peas

Have a drink on me

Even when I’m in 3s and 2s, slip

There ain’t no reason to, slipping

Three, two, pop, pop

Three, two, pop, pop

Pop pop pop then we’re out