CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : What’s Poppin Remix (What’s Gucci)
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 mе the Benz
You in the crib and I'm hеre with the fans
My b*t*h got titties 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, so we play duck, duck, goose
Better jump up, move 'fore I bump 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 the label then upped the event
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'?
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 mе the Benz
You in the crib and I'm hеre with the fans
My b*t*h got titties 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, so we play duck, duck, goose
Better jump up, move 'fore I bump 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 the label then upped the event
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'?
