Jack Harlow, Lil Wayne, Tory Lanez and DaBaby - WHATS POPPIN [Remix]

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These boys all my sons like Phoenix (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
My city and state never ever seen this
Jimmy Neutron, I'm a young boy genius (oh, Lord, Jetson made another one)

On the futon, I'ma give her that penis
When this shit's done I'ma fill up arenas
Ooh, like Gilbert Arenas, shoot my shot
I'm still with the demons, ooh
I keep it thorough
I got five chicks in New York
That means one in each borough
I'm in the pocket like Burrow
When I'm back home, though
They treat me like Robert De Niro
Took her to Taco Bell, bought her a churro
Took her home, gave her a cinnamon swirl
I left it in, now I got a one-year old
Zeros on zeros on zeros (zeros)
That's what my bank account balance say (woo)
I got a check from the shoe company
Now I do anything that New Balance say
I bought her a plane ticket, out of state
I got me a shorty from 'round the way
Said, "I'm in town today"
She said she comin' over and she down to stay
I got a hit, she been playin' that shit
So when she pull up on me I know what she 'bout to say

What's poppin'?
Brand new whip, just hopped in (just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (it ain't nothin')
Just joshin' (oh, these niggas got me fucked up, nigga)
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh, you know, it's like)
My body got rid of them toxins (let me go, mm, mm)
SportsCenter, top ten

Call up my bitch, tell her, "Bring me that noggin" (brrt)
Brain real good, she a scholar
I like a thang with low mileage, good brain with no college
Call me DaBaby, no toddler (wah)
I'm real creative and stylish, FN in my denim
I send a hit, make him spin 'em
And I just flew back from LA on the jet yesterday (yeah)
I go back and forth like I play tennis
I fuck with your ho, yeah, I feel for her
Still on the Billboard, the number one song in UK
And I done got so fuckin' rich, all these hoes on my dick
I still don't give a fuck what you say
She eat it like a Pac Man, nigga (eat it)
Whoop a nigga like I'm Batman, nigga (eat it)
I just pulled up in the Batmobile (yeah)
The reason I ain't fuckin' with these rap-ass niggas
'Cause they cap-ass niggas (cap)
And they raps ain't real (cap)
Believe me, you wanna keep your life, then take it easy
I'm rockin' water diamonds, need a Squeegee
These niggas watered down, they drinkin' Fiji
My whip is orange and brown like I'm in Cleveland
My bitch is Mello Yello like a soda (soda)
These niggas tattletalers, I'm a soldier
Ayy, somebody tell them niggas that it's over
You know it's Baby, nigga

What's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new whip, just hopped in
I got options (ayy)
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (uh)

Hop out that Scat and I caught her
I'm out here with somebody daughter
She callin' me daddy, I'm somebody father
I gotta go gets it, and when I go kiss it
I put my lips on it like somebody water
The diamond, the glacier, the card in the wallet
She pulled up to fuck me but nobody caught her
She told me that she wasn't feelin' my music
I fucked her, she told me, "It's nobody harder"
And I with the g-ski, I need that shit for the freeski
We are not buyin' no pussy you sellin' on Peachtree
It's so much work on my celly
I had to go tell all my bitches, "Email it to reach me"
All in my DM, I'll follow your BM
She play with the croski, we used to fuck on the lowski
She use to lie on my bed and go lie to your face
And say I'm just a broski, nigga, you know it's me
You ain't believe it, you wanted to toast me
I had a extendi as long as a ruler in case you was coolin' and wanna approach me
Dropped the Bentayga, came back in the Cullinan
She wanna fuck again, I want that tongue again
Stuck it so deep that she cough up her lung again
Five star bitches, they on the run again, run again
Runnin' in diamonds, they illuminatin' the way that I come again
I just put so many pennies on the watch
And I don't ever got to stunt again, nigga, lil' Tory

What's poppin'? (Canada)
Brand new whip, just hopped in (just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (it ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh, man, I just caught a drink)
My body got rid of them toxins (like, fuck, mm, mm)
SportsCenter, top ten

Uh, what's brackin'? (Woo)
Brand new whip, new mansion (brrp)
Brand new tips, new dancers (yeah)
Same old dick, new Magnums (oh)
Same old shit, new maggots (yeah)
Same old throne, new dragons (uh)
Same old strong, new ashes (yeah)
I could pass that bitch like Magic, yeah (oh, oh)
I ain't cappin', I'm lit, I'm active, yeah (yeah)
Lil' five in that bitch like Paxson, yeah (yeah)
Gonna drown in this milk like Apple Jacks
I sell a bitch dreams, put tax on that
Lil' slime in that bitch, that's slatt for slatt (yeah)
Obama prezzy Rollie, that's black on black (yeah)
Got ninety-nine problems and the bitch ain't one
Yeah, numbers don't lie, this the aftermath (yeah)
Yeah, what's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new phone, just dropped it
Um, fuck it, I got options
I bust down couple Apple Watches (hello)
I could put the ball in the end zone
Put a bad bitch in the friend zone, ooh, ooh
I'ma bust all on the skin tone
I be masked up, ask Ken Jeong, ooh, ooh
Dark haired bitches like Shego (pew)
I like 'em blonde like me though (yeah)
Although I'm Don Corleone (brrat)
I will still slide like Neo, uh (hello)
Kief all around my pre-roll (yeah)
New Orleans, nigga, I'm Creole
She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deep throat?"
I just better not feel your teeth, hoe

What's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new whip, just hopped in (just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (it ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (mm, mm)
SportsCenter, top ten

Written by:
Darryl Clemons, Tahj Morgan, John Wesley Lucas, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Nathan II Ward, Dwayne Carter, Daystar Peterson, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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