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Lil' Wayne, Tory Lanez, DaBaby, Jack Harlow - WHATS POPPIN (Remix; feat. DaBaby, Tory Lanez & Lil Wayne)

WHATS POPPIN
Lil' Wayne, Tory Lanez, DaBaby, Jack Harlow
03:48
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[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Back with the remix,
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.

[Chorus: Jack Harlow & DaBaby]
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 nothing)
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, mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten.

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Call up my bitch, tell her, "Bring me that noggin!" (Brrt)
Brain real good, she a scholar,
I like the thing with low mileage, good brain with no college,
Call me DaBaby, no toddler. (Wah)
I'm real creative and stylish, F&N in my denim,
I send a hit, make him spin 'em,
And I just flew back from LA on the jet yesterday, (Nyoom)
I go back and forth like I play tennis.
I fuck with your ho, yeah, I'm fit for it,
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, (Nyoom)
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!

[Chorus: Jack Harlow & Tory Lanez]
What's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new whip, just hopped in, (Woo, ha ha ha)
I got options, (Ayy)
I could pass that bitch like Stockton. (Uh)

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
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, I will not go kiss it
Or 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'm 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 knows me,
You ain't believe it, you wanted to toast me,
I had 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,
That I don't ever got to stunt again, nigga. Lil' Tory!
Canada!

[Chorus: Jack Harlow & Lil Wayne]
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 nothing)
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, mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten.

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
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 slat, (Yeah)
Obama, Presidential 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, (Uh)
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 and her friends on, 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 deepthroat?"
I just better not feel your teeth, ho!

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
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 nothing)
Just joshin',
I'ma spend this holiday locked in, (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins, (Mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten.

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