Goin' Pop (Remix)

[Caskey:]
Too tough, yeah
(In the kitchen and it's Taysty)

I'm gon' make it to that sequel, try not do this evil
We ain't going pop, we just popping up like Bieber
I've been getting sober, my dog still pour up that liter
He could go and catch a body, dog, that's still my people
I'm a 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've been tatting black sheep on they stomach 'cause they fuck with this
I could trust you 'bout as much as I go trust the government
Keep them twin Glocks in the car, I call them hoes the Doublemint
Money tryna double, I don't stay off at the DoubleTree
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 Ds
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 going pop, we just popping up like Bieber
I've been getting sober, my dog still pour up that liter
He could go and catch a body, dog, that's still my people
I'm a 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?

[Doe Boy:]
(Doe Beezy)
In my bag, not my feelings, I've been bagging bad bitches (Come here)
Goyard bag full of straps with them switches (Grrr-ow, bow)
Switches get to blitzing (Grrr-ow), pussy niggas going missing (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Pussy niggas goin'— ugh, ugh (Grrr-ow, bow, bow, bow, b-bow, bow)
Nigga, I ain't with the rap beef (Nope)
I'ma get it popping, police gon' be tryna grab me (Woop, woop, woop)
I'ma up the blower, then I swing, they tryna jab me (Bow, bow, bow)
Gangster, not a rapper, but I fucked a pop star last week (Come here)
Why you up that knot with that lil ass money? (Fool)
Plug talking Spanish, then we sound like Bad Bunny (Oh, really?)
Adding up this chicken, count a hunnid racks, thumbing (Racks)
A hunnid bands, yo, this nigga, fuck you talking 'bout? (Racks, Doe Beezy)

[Caskey:]
I'm gon' make it to that sequel, try not do this evil
We ain't going pop, we just popping up like Bieber
I've been getting sober, my dog still pour up that liter
He could go and catch a body, dog, that's still my people
I'm a 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?

Is y'all for real?
Is y'all for real?
Is y'all for real?
Is y'all for real?