Yo what up man?
Send me that instrumental real quick
Which one?
What's Poppin'
Yo what up man?
Send me that instrumental real quick
Which one?
What's Poppin'
Alright got you right now
Yessir, let's go
[Chorus]
What's poppin'?
Just fucked ex, I rode it
2 X to the mushroom chocolate
2 X on neck I'm frostbite
Stay dressing no balsamic
Got commas Comme des Garcons'd
Cup got ice cubes like Compton
Chef Nobu, cook me raw fish
[Verse]
Long beard but the squad's not harmless
Just bosses, dropouts and convicts
Wallets bigger than Chris Wallace
Dead presidents inside it's haunted
Yellow tapes where I'm from, stay cautious
Made mixtapes wearin' shirts with the horses
It's been a minute since I gave a fuck about the critics
Opinion but they keep forgettin' where the bars went
Old timers, damn, y'all got Alzheimer's
Can't say what your subconscious think
Be honest y'all hate that I switch genres
Fuck models, switch condoms
Eat beef like McDonald's
Eat rappers [?]
Top five of the young rhymers
Been sick, no virus
I'm an OG now, I do not pay hommage
Look, I'm a Cleveland Cavalier
Drivin' foreign engineer
At the Fashion Week in Paris
Cinderella on my terrace
Glass slippers on the stairs
Ass fatter than Shakira's
I saw her live at the Superbowl
I was El Chapo, movie roll
Toosie Slide in the bootyhole
Smokin' woods, eatin' tuna roll
Playing cards like its Yu-Gi-Oh!
And I was only in the studio
I wake up, I'm moody, I roll up some fruity
That have more colors than a Coogi coat
I'm not a rapper that talk 'bout Designer
But this is from Virgil and Louis though
Inside my closets a million options, I put on all black like a funeral
I hop out the plan in pyjamas, I do this shit daily, I don't even plan it, woah
[Chorus]
What's poppin'?
Just fucked ex, I rode it
2 X to the mushroom chocolate
2 X on neck I'm frostbite
Two eggs with cheese and sausage on the bed, she [?]
Three X's next to the names of the last hoes on my missed callers, yeah
Yeah, red eyes I can't see clear, wow
Wow, my bricks so white, they glow, damn
Damn, she made an OnlyFans, ugh
Ugh, can write my life in book
I'm back to my old ways, I been—
Alright, fuck it I'm good