You Ain't Poppin'

Aye, how long you gon' be a dustball man?

You super dusty super musty

J to the Z you super ugly

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

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

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

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

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