[Chorus: P.O.P]
Hop in a jet, then hop in a Jag’
You know no catching me mad
I'm fucking this thot, she calling me dad
I just might get to the bag
Your diamonds, they fake, you going outside
My diamonds skate and they splash
I'm popping these tags, I'm counting these racks
I blew a bag on my sack
(DBangz, I love you.)
Uh, Uh

[Verse: DBangz]
I'm counting racks, but I don't gotta chain
Sit on my face even though I'm in pain
Bust in two minutes and I'm not ashamed
She screaming DBangz, so she don't know my name
Your boy try'na hate, swear to god he a lame
Bumper to bumper, he all in my lane
I'm a broke n***a and I never change
If you think I'm rich then you must be insane
Just got the apartment up in Del Perro Heights
Me and my anime bitch eatin' rice
Hit me online and she said I was thick
I DMed her back, and I caught me a flight
When I showed up, that bitch was a dyke
Don't even worry, 'cause n***a I'll pipe
Flying these hoes to Az from the 6
Hella white bitches 'cause that's what I like
Jackin' so much, I think I broke my wrist so I bought me a G-Shock cause I needed ice
Now I do yoga like every night
You n***as can't rap, feed a verse to the mice
Hit up your girl 'cause she needed the pipe
Now when she call, I be there every night
Bitches be saying I'm rapping so good
I had to just tell her that this shit was light
[Chorus: P.O.P]
Hopping in jet, they hopping in Jags'
You know no catching me mad
I'm fucking this thot, she calling me dad
I just might get to the bag
Your diamonds, they fake, you going outside
My diamonds skate and the splash
I'm popping these tags, I'm counting these racks
I blew a bag on my sack
Hop in a jet, then hop in a Jag’
You know no catching me mad
I'm fucking this thot, she calling me dad
I just might get to the bag
Your diamonds, they fake, you going outside
My diamonds skate and they splash
I'm popping these tags, I'm counting these racks
I blew a bag on my sack

[Outro]
DBangz, I love you