Ice Spice - Popa

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)
Ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler, bitch (Cooler, bitch)
Just me on the plane, yeah, and the stewardess
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Grrah)
Munchin' on that popa, like it's food in it (Grrah)