pop slut Lyrics

Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit

Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit

Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch

Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?

I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name

I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame

She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame

Blame it on the drugs, babe I love it how we fuck

We can go backstage if you wanna feel my love (Hah)

If you're not real get the fuck out

I know this girl online, and she told me you're a slut now (Ew)

Ecstasy pills at the rave, you know I cop that

Tripping off the molly and drugs, you know I love that

Pull up to Chanel, got on all my hairspray

Feel like Andrew Tate, fucking hoes then I replay

Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?

I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name

I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame

She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame

Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?

I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name

I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame

She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame

Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit

Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit

Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch

In her Abercrombie, what a bad bitch

Snorting all the Xanax, snorting all the Xanax

Off too many meds, yeah, I think she going manic

Hitting all the licks, yeah, I know she love a bandit

Cut my fucking wrist off, leave me stranded

Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit

Talk shit, yeah, go ahead, talk shit

Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch

In her Abercrombie, what a bad bitch

Snorting all the Xanax, snorting all the Xanax

Off too many meds, yeah, I think she going manic

Hitting all the licks, yeah, I know she love a bandit

Cut my fucking wrist off, leave me stranded

Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?

I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name

I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame

She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame

Why your bitch staring when I hop up on stage?

I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name

I got the oxy, o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame

She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame