Ducce - Pop Now (feat. Matthew Holt)

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I think they mad cause I pop now
Old bitches hitting up my phone like we talk now
I'm chasing a bag I ain't trying to be on lockdown
Catch me on the road Cartier's with the top down
Mmm
And I was gone for a minute
And now my people on yea we winning
Now I can't pick up the phone hit my assistant
Hit my assistant
I think they mad cause I pop aye
Now the whole world waiting on me just to drop tapes
Got a lot of women that's gone do whatever I say
Remember I was living with no whips in the driveway
Yea Yea
I feel like that was motivation
Chase the dream not the paper
So much money on my mind that I forgot what I was chasing
I made it out the mud even in my situation
No bread on the table and a couple violations
Wonder how far Ima take it
I can't lie I'm too impatient
Wanna buy a bigger house and live my life in isolation
I ain't really antisocial I just lack communication
And now I think they mad cause I'm up
I think they mad cause I pop now
Old bitches hitting up my phone like we talk now
I'm chasing a bag I ain't trying to be on lockdown
Catch me on the road Cartier's with the top down
Mmm
And I was gone for a minute
And now my people on yea we winning
Now I can't pick up the phone hit my assistant
Hit my assistant
And I don't want no upset voicemails
Phone ringing more when they up sale
I don't want nobody trying to hang from my coat tail
Now a days I only see the friends that I know well
My middle finger to the opposition like oh well
We ain't see y'all boys making moves since snow fell
No wonder why these honeys want to dip me like Rotell
2021 I can't be stressing about no L's
Got like ten wins but I still took them four L's
Teaching my own lessons
Loving who I am so I can live in my own blessings
Everybody know sometimes you feel like your soul guessing
I know Ima shine God got me I won't stress it
I just need that 'Rari with the darkest tint
I still need the biggest crib with the baddest bitch
My momma won't be paying bills when I'm out this bitch
I'm only focused on my health and tryna make it rich yea
I think they mad cause I pop now
Old bitches hitting up my phone like we talk now
I'm chasing a bag I ain't trying to be on lockdown
Catch me on the road Cartier's with the top down
Mmm
And I was gone for a minute
And now my people on yea we winning
Now I can't pick up the phone hit my assistant
Hit my assistant
Mmm
Mmm

Written by:
Matthew Holt, Will Guyton

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