WHATS POPPIN (feat. DaBaby, Tory Lanez & Lil Wayne) - 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 (oh, Lord)
 I'm a young boy genius (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 back 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
 My body got rid of them toxins (let me go)
 SportsCenter, top ten
 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 L.A. on the jet yesterday (nyoom)
 I go back and forth like I play tennis
 I fuck with your hoe, yeah, I'm fit for it
 Still on the Billboard, the number one song and you can't
 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
 What's poppin'? (Poppin')
 Brand new whip, just hopped in (woo, hahaha)
 I got options (ayy)
 I could pass that bitch like Stockton (uh)
 Hop out that scat and I called out
 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 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
 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, mmh, mmh)
 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, Presidential Rollie, that's black on black (yeah)
 Got 99 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 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, 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 (mmh, mmh)
 SportsCenter, top ten
 

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Duration
03:47
Key
11
Tempo
145 BPM

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