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Whats Poppin (Nitin Randhawa Remix)
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Nitin Randhawa
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(Nitin Randhawa) 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 p*n*s When this sh*t's done, I'ma fill up arenas Ooh, like Gilbert Arenas Shoot my shot, I'm still with the demons, ooh (Nitin Randhawa) 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 sh*t 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 pa** that b*t*h like Stockton (It ain't nothin') Just joshin' (Oh, these n***as got me f**ked up, n***a) I'ma spend this holiday locked in My body got rid of them toxins SportsCenter, top ten Let me get like this, hold up Get it like this, hold up F**k around, get the blunt rolled up Let me load up, never know what might go down sho'nuff Motherf**ker wanna bluff Had enough, at the RattPack, never that Let me get it, I gotta get it like a motherf**ker that wanna hit it all night That's right, just here for the light F**k around here for the night On the road for success, never veer to the right Here for the fight Everybody here, alright Shout out to Juice and Mojo fo' sho' though Putting this verse in Soho Oh no, I ain't f**kin' with no ho B*t*h, you cannot get a photo In the back of the four door, solo, dolo (Dolo) B*t*h, I'm too, b*t*h, I'm too, b*t*h, I'm too alive Never talk about suicide Unless we talking 'bout both of the doors on my newer ride From Maryland way up to Boston Yea, we be flossin', that sh*t be do or die Right now it's you and I L-O-G-I-C, I know I get down Bow down to the man with the crown Call up my b*t*h, 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 f**k with your ho, yeah, I'm fit for it Still on the Billboard, the number one song in UK And I done got so f**kin' rich, all these hoes on my d**k I still don't give a f**k what you say She eat it like a Pac-Man, n***a (Eat it) Whoop a n***a like I'm Batman, n***a (Eat it) I just pulled up in the Batmobile (Nyoom) The reason I ain't f**kin' with these rap-a** n***as 'Cause they cap-a** n***as (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 n***as watered down, they drinkin' Fiji My whip is orange and brown like I'm in Cleveland My b*t*h is Mello Yello like a soda (Soda) These n***as tattletalers, I'm a soldier Ayy, somebody tell them n***as that it's over You know it's Baby, n***a What's poppin'? Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in) I got options I could pa** that b*t*h like Stockton (It ain't nothin') Just joshin' (Oh, these n***as got me f**ked up, n***a) I'ma spend this holiday locked in My body got rid of them toxins SportsCenter, top ten Dreamville head honcho B*t*h, we came from nothin' just like the big bang theory The poverty stains kept the pain buried And covered the shame with a dream We would have fortune and fame A mil' in the bank, chameleon paint turned cranberry Now little Jermaine got the same story As that boy out of St. Vincent-St. Mary, G.O.A.T. All hail King Cole, first of his name, long may he reign The boy got the throne, but you know it ain't a game Ville n***a, I was born in the same Pressure cooker that's been known to bust a lump of coal and make a diamond Two six, we enrolled in Reaganomics Crew sick, we the Golden State of rhyming, on God All day hoe, my neck look sweeter than parfait hoe Rap Derek Jeter in a red two-seater I can throw this d**k from far away hoe (swish it, swish it) Ask me how long do it take to be the greatest I'm a bar away hoe (swish it, swish it) Damn Kanye never will it be safe B*t*h I already know (swish it, swish it) 24/7 365 days everybody gettin' paid N***a lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJ's Chitown, PJ all of BJ Chitown, we play for the freebase These days, don't believe what police say DJ's and the B-boys run sh*t Only way I can sum it up, sumb*t*h What's poppin'? (Poppin') Brand new whip, just hopped in (Woo, hahaha) I got options (Ayy) I could pa** that b*t*h 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, 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 f**k me but nobody caught her She told me that she wasn't feelin' my music I f**ked her, she told me, "It's nobody harder" And I'm with the G-ski, I need that sh*t for the freeski We are not buyin' no pu**y you sellin' on Peachtree It's so much work on my celly I had to go tell all my b*t*hes, "Email it to reach me" All in my DM, I'll follow your BM She play with the croski, we used to f**k on the lowski She use to lie on my bed and go lie to your face And say I'm just a broski, n***a, 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 f**k again, I want that tongue again Stuck it so deep that she cough up her lung again Five-star b*t*hes, 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, n***a, lil' Tory What's Gucci? (Joyner) Boston b*t*h, she bougie (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, you goofy Told n***as, "You don't like me? Shoot me" And if you don't wanna fight me, sue me Guaranteed n***as won't like the new me This feel like a Spike Lee movie Room full of hoes and I might get choosy Please excuse me All of my moves are carefully planned Don't play with me, I'm a family man I put your b*t*h on my family plan My mansion lookin' like Fantasy Land I bought a beach with some Canada sand All of my moves are carefully planned I'm two steps ahead like Nigerian scams (Word) Now hand me the Benz You in the crib and I'm here with the fans My b*t*h got t**ties like Pamela And' And she wanna f**k in a janitor's van I'm 'bout to turn to a psycho You 'bout to see my true colors like Michael I'm 'bout to pick n***as up with a rifle I never lit n***as up but I might though I'm a cool n***a but I can get spiteful I'm 'bouta f**k this sh*t up like a typo You do not know me, no, we ain't related And we ain't got mutual friends that I might know I don't wanna be acquainted regardless Every b*t*h I ever been with told me I'm heartless I don’t trust a single motherf**ker, I'm cautious I can never win, they want me up in a coffin Way before I started winnin', had a couple of losses Had to make a livin' out my mother's apartment Wasn't too much opportunity to come up in Boston I was f**king exhausted, I was done with the talkin' I was workin' odd jobs, had me stuck in the office On God, I was outside runnin' and walkin' nonstop On a dark block, duckin' and dodgin' all cops 'Til they all stop, buckin' and sparkin' all Glocks 'Til my heart stops workin' at ten breaths I benchpress any f**k n***a relentless I been dead, I ain't put you n***as to bed yet The bed wet, this a wet dream of wet sex wit' rednecks Why am I not allowed to feel, to feel free? I learned from God, whatever will, just will be I bet you prolly wanna kill, to kill me The cops who killed Breonna Taylor still free And George Floyd'd prolly kill to still breathe How many black lives did they kill to kill me? I protest but we still feel no real peace I hear no relief, I still don't feel free And man I hate f**ked up rules Got a f**ked up head with some f**ked up screws B*t*h, please don't put me in a f**ked up mood Got twin nines, and we play duck, duck, goose Better jump up, move 'fore I bum-rush N***as get lumped up too, I'm in a f**ked up mood I don't even trust me, why the f**k trust you? Three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, n***a I'm with the fam B*t*h, you a pig, I don't f**k with no ham All y'all been sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in I built a label then upped the advance Please don't compare me to none of these scrams I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the ground I took advantage and stuck to the plan (Joyner) F**k is you sayin'? What's poppin'? Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in) I got options I could pa** that b*t*h 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, f**k, mmh, mmh) SportsCenter, top ten Uh, what's brackin'? (Woo) Brand new whip, new mansion (Brrp) Brand new tips, new dancers (Yeah) Same old d**k, new Magnums (Oh) Same old sh*t, new maggots (Yeah) Same old throne, new dragons (Uh) Same old strong, new ashes (Yeah) I could pa** that b*t*h like Magic, yeah (Oh, oh) I ain't cappin', I'm lit, I'm active, yeah (Yeah) Lil' five in that b*t*h like Paxson, yeah (Yeah) Gonna drown in this milk like Apple Jacks I sell a b*t*h dreams, put tax on that Lil' slime in that b*t*h, that's slatt for slatt (Yeah) Obama, Presidential Rollie, that's black on black (Yeah) Got ninety-nine problems and the b*t*h 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, f**k it, I got options I bust down couple Apple Watches (Hello) I could put the ball in the end zone Put a bad b*t*h 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 b*t*hes 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, n***a, I'm Creole She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deepthroat?" I just better not feel your teeth, ho What's poppin'? Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in) I got options I could pa** that b*t*h like Stockton (It ain't nothin') Just joshin' (The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap) I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh, man, I just caught a drink) My body got rid of them toxins (Like, f**k, mmh, mmh) I used to be a man of the people Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?) Used to dream one day I'd be f**kin' pink like a flamingo (P!nk) That was back when I smoked Canibus (What?) Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his So it sucked to hand him his a**, but Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds How me and Ja Rule almost got cool 'Cause we shot pool back in '01 Was it '02? I don't know, but Something told me f**kin' not to Then we got stuck in high school I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, shout to Puffy Combs, but f**k Revolt Y'all are like a f**ked up remote (Ha-ha) Now I get it why our b***on's broke 'Cause you press him but he don't do nothing though (Damn it) 'Specially when it comes to punches thrown You motherf**kers keep wantin' smoke So the blunt is rolled, take another toke Of the spliff and inhale 'Cause all you're gonna get is an "L," And smoked like a f**kin' roach So we don't got nothing in common, not even a f**kin' cold Or nasal issue if it comes to blows Wasted tissue, tell this journalist Stick to the stuff he knows Like always runnin' from Migos Here a mic, there a mic, everywhere a mic Share and share alike, but just don't compare alike Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin' Compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy b*t*h Or all this f**kin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly sh*t stops Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get c*cked I'm sendin' a shot, don't come around With them floss raps tryna stunt Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped One by one Compare 'em to scabs, I'm pickin' them off Then goin' home to f**k Nicki Minaj, aw Compare me to Diggedy-Das, yah I'm hickity-hittin' it raw, ha In a beat up trailer, now Shady meets Griselda Yeah, we linked up and we inked a deal I got a beast, I will leash Godzilla How can we be so hella—copped a motherf**kin' att**ude I'm gonna need propellers The chopper, the Machine Gun killer Gunn and The Machine, the simi—larities Stop there between Kelly and Conway But f**k that little blond b*t*h too RIP Mac Miller But come and get it if you think that sh*t a—
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