BROLIC

[Intro]
St1cks

[Chorus: POPSTARBILLS]
I'm on my jock shit
My pockets be lifting, they brolic (Sheesh!)
Can't fuck with the opp shit
Talkin' too hot we gon crop him (Yea)
Gang in this bitch, Varsity
She a treesh, get away far from me
Are they talkin that shit? Probably
Cuz I be too hot like a sauna be

She give me the stimulus (Yeah! A-ha)
Economy
Yeah I’m everything that they wanna be
And they just can't do it properly
Tell all of my haters go suck a dick
And to the one time I plead the fifth
Popstarbills, yeah I never miss
Matter fact, go ahead you could watch this
Check this shit out bitch im sturdy (Glah)
Get to the bag, early (Sheesh!)
These pockets are brolic, burly (Goddamn)
If im sippin, you know that its dirty (That’s right)
I'm with the big jock, Jackie (Slatt)
Countin up rickety rackies (Racks)
They hawkin, they eyein (Yea!)
Somethin like Anthony Mackie
Steady makin' these hits with platinum (Say less)
So I could skrrt off in a phantom (Let's go)
When we hit the mic, it’s an anthem (Let's go)
We the big jocks, they peewee they bantam (Let's go)
They just be chattin'
They just be cappin'
I just be maccen for real (Let's go)
I get it poppin'
Bitch I be active
Gettin the bread with no deal (Let's go)

I'm on my jock shit
My pockets be lifting, they brolic (Sheesh!)
Can't fuck with the opp shit
Talkin' too hot we gon crop him (Yea)
Gang in this bitch, Varsity
She a treesh, get away far from me
Are they talkin that shit? Probably
Cuz I be too hot like a sauna be

[Verse: Jackie Platinum]
(Let’s go, go)
I be on the boulevard with rookie cards up in my hand
I got a ho she movin' coke
She stay flippin that contraband
My old bros they always know I was gonna be the fuckin man
Now I’m running them fuckin bands
Killin shit just like the son of sam
Ha, blick em
Gun been runnin out of bullets so I gotta stick 'em
Body be hoppin, I gave em some rhythm
Told lil brody to put a few in 'em
I do not miss, a sniper I get 'em
Top jock, lil boy are you kidding?
Pop rocks the way I put this shit in 'em
Hold on, I think im fuckin glitchin!
Jock shit, we gonna run it up
No jokes, tired of the funny stuff
Runnin my money till mothafuckin sun is up
Baby keep talkin im keepin my gunny up
Shootin' his body so hard that it bunny hop
Bad bitches know I keep me a muddy cup
I jock walk on his grave, they still think I ain't done enough
Ha, turn up!
I got some opposition Imma burn up
I feel like tony the way that I earn up
Turnin that boy to ashes put your urn up
I feel like ja the way that I been soarin'
All of these pussy boys are not important
All my racks are brolic, whoa man
Hit 'em with a leshgo then

[Chorus: POPSTARBILLS]
I'm on my jock shit
My pockets be lifting, they brolic (Sheesh!)
Can't fuck with the opp shit
Talkin' too hot we gon crop him (Yea)
Gang in this bitch, Varsity
She a treesh, get away far from me
Are they talkin that shit? Probably
Cuz I be too hot like a sauna be

She give me the stimulus (Yeah! A-ha)
Economy
Yeah I’m everything that they wanna be
And they just can't do it properly
Tell all of my haters go suck a dick
And to the one time I plead the fifth
Popstarbills, yeah I never miss
Matter fact, go ahead you could watch this
Check this shit out bitch im sturdy (Glah)
Get to the bag, early (Sheesh!)
These pockets are brolic, burly (Goddamn)
If im sippin, you know that its dirty (That’s right)
I'm with the big jock, Jackie (Slatt)
Countin up rickety rackies (Racks)
They hawkin, they eyein (Yea!)
Somethin like Anthony Mackie
Steady makin' these hits with platinum (Say less)
So I could skrrt off in a phantom (Let's go)
When we hit the mic, it’s an anthem (Let's go)
We the big jocks, they peewee they bantam (Let's go)
They just be chattin'
They just be cappin'
I just be maccen for real (Let's go)
I get it poppin'
Bitch I be active
Gettin the bread with no deal (Let's go)

[Outro]
Varsity
St1cks
Helix Tears