Overnight Celebrity

[Intro]
(Popstar)
(Tylur, you're so...)
(Mikey)
Uh
(Popstar Worldwide, Popstar Worldwide, Pop...)
(It's like a tongue twister, Popstar Worldwide)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, two guns up, me and twin back-to-back
If he lack, we'll take a nigga's sack
Fell off, got the pack, got the ship back on track
I could still get you whacked even though a nigga rap
In the field, you gon' die if you slower to react
Nigga lied to me, hit his block, return him with the MAC
Niggas say they lookin' for it, but they know where we be at
Everything you did invalid when you turned into a rat
Put the fifty on the bottom of an ordinary strap
Told the doctor had a cough when I was runnin' out of Act'

[Chorus]
I can put a nigga on thе front screen
I was in the trenches throwin' big B's
Solo dolo with a Carbon 15
Motorola, bunny callin', bitch plеase
Light and hit up his show tonight
Fully knock him out his clothing line
Two sticks and a loaded 9
I can make you a celebrity overnight
I can put a nigga on the front page
I been pullin' bitches off the runway
Put them bags on the plane and they're goin' one way
Trap boomin', it was only Monday
Hang out the window with killer intent
With blicks, heart cold like December the 6th
I sip on purple rain like I'm with Prince
A drought, well fuck it, I'm sippin' on Tris

[Verse 2]
Get the pack, then I break down the extra
She asked when we gon' date, I said never
My lil' bitch Coi Leray, I ain't Pressa
When I pressed press-to-start, it impressed her
Prolly fuck a nigga's ho tonight
Bullet hit his mouth, he got an overbite
Nigga try me at the show tonight
I'ma make him a celebrity overnight
I'ma put a pussy nigga on the news
I was steppin' on a nigga's new shoes
Kinda sad when I was countin' up the blues
Thirty round on the bottom of the...
Thirty round on the bottom of the stick
Nigga started from the bottom, now we this
Pullin' up with a model type of bitch
Burner phone, I'll get a nigga hit
Flashy, cook it up like culinary arts
Walked down on him 'fore the nigga even parked
Talk down on us, we remember the remarks
I run out of bullets, I'ma hit him with a dart
Don't come to the light if it happen in dark
Shit like computers, we load up a car
Feel like a demon controlling my arm
Pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew, shots goin' everywhere
I was smack-dab in the hood, you was never there
Came out of prison and ran it up every year

[Chorus]
I can put a nigga on the front screen
I was in the trenches throwin' big B's
Solo dolo with a Carbon 15
Motorola, bunny callin', bitch please
Light and hit up his show tonight
Fully knock him out his clothing line
Two sticks and a loaded 9
I can make you a celebrity overnight
I can put a nigga on the front page
I been pullin' bitches off the runway
Put them bags on the plane and they're goin' one way
Trap boomin', it was only Monday
Hang out the window with killer intent
With blicks, heart cold like December the 6th
I sip on purple rain like I'm with Prince
A drought, well fuck it, I'm sippin' on Tris