Jack Harlow ft Tory Lanez, Lil Wayne & DaBaby – WHATS POPPIN (Remix) Lyrics

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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 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, 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 L.A. 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, hahaha)
    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

    [Chorus: Jack Harlow, Tory Lanez & Lil Wayne]
    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

    [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 slatt (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 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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