Chris Cella - Like Daquan lyrics

(Chorus 1) Pop those bottles like Daquan/ f** those models like Daquan/ Ride on the block like Daquan/ Rock with your squad like Daquan/ (Verse 1: His Heart) Mustard on the beat ho, like your YG/ A real G you are, drinks on YMCMB/ Bottoms up, you get the condoms drawn/ A summer boy, that forgot about the autumn/ In reality, you fly with the bigger price/ Once baptized, now s** is enticed/ True you in disguise, image on autopilot/ Intertwined with a twisted mind/ Been molded, that Mercedes on the grind/ Farrarri next to it, boy it seems your doing fine/ But does the quantity give you quality?/ Moment of clarity, you threw away possibility/ To get a first cla** seat in popularity/ An underground luxury my a**/ You took a pa** at the pop trash/ The real chance to be you is gone/ Since now you play copycat with daquan/ (Chorus 2) Pop those bottles like Daquan/ f** those models like Daquan/ Ride on the block like Daquan/ Rock with your squad like Daquan/ (Verse 2: His Executive) Imagine your child's face when you drive in/ Another milli made, just by thriving/ Son you got a drive, a dedicated bite/ If you join the ride, we can translate it overnight/ Overseas they will dig your expertise/ On sight, money will indeed grow on trees/ I'm not asking you to sell your soul to the devil/ Metaphorically put your foot to the petal/ See this cigar right here in my hand?/ Custom cuban link, its all yours my man/ But money ain't made without power/ And your getting none from these doubters/ Being a poster child for our game is correct/ That's a positive, read about it from your jet/ You can bet you'll be damn near on/ But the A&R want you more like daquan/ (sir) (Verse 3: His Fan) Like star wars, it seems you went to the dark side/ A ride full of money, p**y, power was your guide/ C'mon bro i thought you was different/ I was their from the start, to see the growing ignorance/ I had your first mixtape on my playlist/ You taught sh** almost like a therapist/ It was therapeutic living straight from the hood/ What the f** turned you into another crook?/ You a**ured your day 1 fans you'd be the same/ The real underdog, with just a major name/ Major deal, major tours, major woman later/ And songs with Kid Ink turned us into haters/ Price tags i guess inspired you to brag/ Gold numbeR, made you think it was in the bag/ Truth is, you lost touch with that new song/ We lost Bobby first, we can't lose you to daquan/ (Chorus 3) Pop those bottles like Daquan/ f** those models like Daquan/ Ride on the block like Daquan/ Rock with your squad like Daquan/