If a Pill Popper Could Songtext
von Kerser
If a Pill Popper Could Songtext
Say I′m hot but she think I'm cold
Who, me?
Bad bitch said pick a hole
Oh I see
Ain′t none like me before
They know they lost, they can see the score
Who else as smooth as this?
If I had a clone, he couldn't do this shit
Wanna move with this, get a groupie bitch
Make her suck me off and clean my missus' shoes and shit
True lunatic, man, I used to tick
Up every single dealer that I knew, legit
I was a bummy cunt, lookin′ hungry cunt
Now I′m like "Take a look at what the money does"
True hustler, push rap like a drug deal
Prob'ly tell you how your dream girl muff feels
Style you love, I probably created
It′s Kers, I could never in my life be outdated
Purple in my drink, pop a pill, I'm faded
Top of the game, nothin′ short of amazin'
Weavin′ out props, got you props or probably
Otherwise, shots ringin' off on your property
She badly in love, stashin' drugs in her pigtails
Smokin′ on kush, more relief when I inhale
Sunnies on just to hide my eyes
Hear my own song back like I might be fried
God
How many pills could a pill popper pop
If a pill popper could pop pills?
Let′s see
Let's see
How many bitches would a sick cunt fuck
If the bitches got the sick cunt? Yuck
Not me
Not me
You don′t like me, well, I don't like you
She ain′t your bitch when she with my crew
I'm Mr Smooth, got hits for sure
I′ve seen mates got rich from a crystal ball
I must have missed the call in the studio
I popped so many pills, it made me stupid bro
Still got super flows, let me switch it up
The call me Kers, also known as the sickest cunt
Right then, prob'ly set another nine trends
Poppin' benz′ in a Benz, plottin′ with my friends
Thinkin' like when did this vision incline, man?
′Cause I remember wishing for positions I climbed in
There you go, there's a switch for ya
I got your missus still sendin′ me pictures, uh
I'm in public, smokin′ up the kush, high
So much smoke, they're gonna blame me for the bushfires
'Cause it′s me, man, they say I′m the bad one
I'm the rapper that they all got their swag from
Brag on, I had tyres in the fashion biz
Looked around like I′m really what the fashion is
Sponsorship, had 'em mad when I got mine
Kerser made Nautica get a stock rise
Brag heavy but you can when it′s all facts
Prob'ly get my pills from the same place you score at
Who, me?
Bad bitch said pick a hole
Oh I see
Ain′t none like me before
They know they lost, they can see the score
Who else as smooth as this?
If I had a clone, he couldn't do this shit
Wanna move with this, get a groupie bitch
Make her suck me off and clean my missus' shoes and shit
True lunatic, man, I used to tick
Up every single dealer that I knew, legit
I was a bummy cunt, lookin′ hungry cunt
Now I′m like "Take a look at what the money does"
True hustler, push rap like a drug deal
Prob'ly tell you how your dream girl muff feels
Style you love, I probably created
It′s Kers, I could never in my life be outdated
Purple in my drink, pop a pill, I'm faded
Top of the game, nothin′ short of amazin'
Weavin′ out props, got you props or probably
Otherwise, shots ringin' off on your property
She badly in love, stashin' drugs in her pigtails
Smokin′ on kush, more relief when I inhale
Sunnies on just to hide my eyes
Hear my own song back like I might be fried
God
How many pills could a pill popper pop
If a pill popper could pop pills?
Let′s see
Let's see
How many bitches would a sick cunt fuck
If the bitches got the sick cunt? Yuck
Not me
Not me
You don′t like me, well, I don't like you
She ain′t your bitch when she with my crew
I'm Mr Smooth, got hits for sure
I′ve seen mates got rich from a crystal ball
I must have missed the call in the studio
I popped so many pills, it made me stupid bro
Still got super flows, let me switch it up
The call me Kers, also known as the sickest cunt
Right then, prob'ly set another nine trends
Poppin' benz′ in a Benz, plottin′ with my friends
Thinkin' like when did this vision incline, man?
′Cause I remember wishing for positions I climbed in
There you go, there's a switch for ya
I got your missus still sendin′ me pictures, uh
I'm in public, smokin′ up the kush, high
So much smoke, they're gonna blame me for the bushfires
'Cause it′s me, man, they say I′m the bad one
I'm the rapper that they all got their swag from
Brag on, I had tyres in the fashion biz
Looked around like I′m really what the fashion is
Sponsorship, had 'em mad when I got mine
Kerser made Nautica get a stock rise
Brag heavy but you can when it′s all facts
Prob'ly get my pills from the same place you score at
Writer(s): Kerser, Open Till L8 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
