You Ain’t Poppin’

[Intro]
Aye, how long you gon' be a dustball man?
You super dusty
Super musty
J to the Z
You super ugly

[Verse 1]
To you I am a man
To the public I'm figures
Bitches lusting
Say they love me
That's just off of some pictures
I embellish my position
So they think I'm ambitious
You gotta fake it till you make it
They don't know it's fictitious
Shh
Face into the fruit
While bumping Zapp & Roger
I can't lose the fame
So I maintain a couple chargers
Knew I was the shit
When I got word of the imposters
In love with the gram
It keep me slumped
Like bad posture
People always tell me that I should be wanting more
'Cause niggas only know my name with an underscore
Man I swear that they're jealous
Ooh I know that they're jealous
I been shitting on the gram
Ooh I know you could smell
I'm 'bout to hit 4 1 K
Fuck a 401K
I just posted two pics
That hit a G in one day
And you try to talk me down
But I know that you want it
You want the numbers
You want all this fucking love in abundance

[Chorus]
You ain't poppin'
You ain't shit
You ain't poppin'
You ain't shit
Woah
You ain't poppin'
You ain't shit
You ain't poppin'
You ain't shit
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2]
To you I am a lady
To them I'm what God gave me
Niggas lusting
Say they love me
I deal with this on the daily
These niggas be on flint
It's water on me when I aim
They comment about my beauty
But my face ain't in the frame
Keep the little debbie in focus
That's the key to keep
All these motherfuckers focused
On me
I mean the creeps
Fishing with the pussy
Try'na be me
And you might get a couple follows
But you'll never sell this tea
Please
Keisha try'na tell me that I should wear more clothes
'Cause I'm only seeking love
That I'm lacking at home
But if she really was a friend
She wouldn't say the shit she said
Try'na tell me that I'm poppin'
'Cause I'm lacking self respect
She wants the ballers in her DM
Invitations just to see 'em
Jealousy
'Cause I probably end up cashing as a BM
I'm an actress, model, dancer
Plus the whole world loves me
A business woman
Ooh she's mad 'cause her man wants to fuck me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I hate niggas like you
Ain't shit but you be judging
When it's time to criticize yourself
You're never saying nothing
Bitch I see you on the gram
Like your shit all great
Around the world
But you get no love in your own state
100 grand for couple vids
But you can't sell out my bathroom
Only love is on the net
I know it hurts you
It has to
20 people out in Poland
You won't post that, right?
But post the 800 for Kweli
Like "What a great night"
You a phony
Tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
You don't know me
Always posted by yourself
Where's your love
I bet you're lonely
Thousand something on the follows
Likes barely hit 100
You be posting 'bout your shows
And it's clear nobody's coming
Nigga please
Stop it
Thinking that you're hot shit
A couple things be trending
And you never been a topic
Looking down upon me
Like "nigga, get your shit together"
Let me live
Look yourself in the mirror
Remember

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Wait hold up, hold up
Don't stop my shit
Imma try something
Aye
Aye
You super dusty
Super musty
J to the Z
You super ugly
Super dusty
Super musty
J to the Z
You super…