CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : What’s Poppin Scrud Up (Remix)
Aw man
Man they know who it is when they hear that sh*t, boy
TheHitBrainiac
(Ugh)
What’s poppin’
Heard they remixes, had to drop it
Hijack this track, Hezbollah sh*t
Now I’m ‘bout to blow like the bomb in the c*ckpit
c*ck it, then take the beat hostage
When I hock spit, ah sh*t, it’s some god sh*t
Stop this name droppin’ with the gossip
And teamin’ up to talk about us like a thot b*t*h
Ironic how they constantly pop sh*t
But if I catch an opp they gon’ cry, now I’m toxic
It’s a fact, word to Dax, I’ma mop sh*t
And stop it, that’s not a diss, we be rockin’
SportsCenter I’m about to make the top 10
I’m droppin’ like Malone and Stockton
My highlights make ‘em fight, but they watchin’
Where I’m from boy shotgun ain’t an option
Only move with the fam ‘til we poppin’
Might have to move to Thailand like I’m Hopsin
Just to get away from the mans that be jockin’
But maybe they’ll admit that they fans, they be watchin’
‘Cause they fake, can’t stand when they talkin’
n***as snakes, deep inside they glands is a toxin
Bet a grand that they own man get to plottin’
For some fans and a small chance to be poppin’
Haha, watch ‘em
If he itch or even twitch, Fetty Wap ‘em
Might have to put 'em on Twitch when we drop ‘em
For a hundred chips ah… let me stop it
You a goner if you start it I’m endin’
And I’m the karma for the drama you sendin’ us
Swear to God I pull up on ‘em, I’m bendin’ ‘em
Deep inside of me a monster, Ben Tennyson
Fix your mouth to talk to me, I’m the dentist then
Prolly think he ain’t a virgin, he celebrate
You ain’t killas, pu**y n***a you delicate
Hit ‘em with that GoodFella type etiquette
But they’d tell and we’d be hit with some felon sh*t
Now we sittin’ in the bay with the pelicans
‘Cause my heart is gettin’ dark as my melanin
Why these pussies tryna push me to kill again
Huh? What’s crackin’
It’s been smoke since Pop Smoke’s passin’
Real talk, a n***a cried on the reaction
Tell Nipsey “Victory Lap” classic
b*st*rds come to me on that hack tip
With that wack sh*t you really thinkin’ that you smashed this?
Woosah, no Wuhan, you batsh*t
Who’s this bimbo?
Move this simple motherf**ker 'fore I turn to Lou Ferrigno
Who done sent you? Who defend you?
You too gentle to even speak on Scru’s credentials
When I move the pen it’s too suspenseful
If we beef then shoot yourself and use a pistol
And tell ya homies do it with you
What’s the point of being here if they gon’ miss you?
Motherf**ker, haha
What’s poppin, haha
TheHitBrainiac
Man they know who it is when they hear that sh*t, boy
TheHitBrainiac
(Ugh)
What’s poppin’
Heard they remixes, had to drop it
Hijack this track, Hezbollah sh*t
Now I’m ‘bout to blow like the bomb in the c*ckpit
c*ck it, then take the beat hostage
When I hock spit, ah sh*t, it’s some god sh*t
Stop this name droppin’ with the gossip
And teamin’ up to talk about us like a thot b*t*h
Ironic how they constantly pop sh*t
But if I catch an opp they gon’ cry, now I’m toxic
It’s a fact, word to Dax, I’ma mop sh*t
And stop it, that’s not a diss, we be rockin’
SportsCenter I’m about to make the top 10
I’m droppin’ like Malone and Stockton
My highlights make ‘em fight, but they watchin’
Where I’m from boy shotgun ain’t an option
Only move with the fam ‘til we poppin’
Might have to move to Thailand like I’m Hopsin
Just to get away from the mans that be jockin’
But maybe they’ll admit that they fans, they be watchin’
‘Cause they fake, can’t stand when they talkin’
n***as snakes, deep inside they glands is a toxin
Bet a grand that they own man get to plottin’
For some fans and a small chance to be poppin’
Haha, watch ‘em
If he itch or even twitch, Fetty Wap ‘em
Might have to put 'em on Twitch when we drop ‘em
For a hundred chips ah… let me stop it
You a goner if you start it I’m endin’
And I’m the karma for the drama you sendin’ us
Swear to God I pull up on ‘em, I’m bendin’ ‘em
Deep inside of me a monster, Ben Tennyson
Fix your mouth to talk to me, I’m the dentist then
Prolly think he ain’t a virgin, he celebrate
You ain’t killas, pu**y n***a you delicate
Hit ‘em with that GoodFella type etiquette
But they’d tell and we’d be hit with some felon sh*t
Now we sittin’ in the bay with the pelicans
‘Cause my heart is gettin’ dark as my melanin
Why these pussies tryna push me to kill again
Huh? What’s crackin’
It’s been smoke since Pop Smoke’s passin’
Real talk, a n***a cried on the reaction
Tell Nipsey “Victory Lap” classic
b*st*rds come to me on that hack tip
With that wack sh*t you really thinkin’ that you smashed this?
Woosah, no Wuhan, you batsh*t
Who’s this bimbo?
Move this simple motherf**ker 'fore I turn to Lou Ferrigno
Who done sent you? Who defend you?
You too gentle to even speak on Scru’s credentials
When I move the pen it’s too suspenseful
If we beef then shoot yourself and use a pistol
And tell ya homies do it with you
What’s the point of being here if they gon’ miss you?
Motherf**ker, haha
What’s poppin, haha
TheHitBrainiac
