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letra de what's poppin' remix - mide

what’s poppin’
heard this beat; had to hop in it
on stage and so many n-ggas watching
better put this sh-t in a top ten
put the bands in my hands before i wash them (woah)
count it up, like a n-gga at an auction (yeah)
different plane than you, i’m up in the c-ckpit
too fly, i don’t know to stop it (yeah)
no, this n-gga no apostle;
hard to keep the peace when a n-gga so hostile (yeah yeah)
i can do it all; might as well tell em i rule like a law school (yeah yeah)
n-gga can’t find his conscience
where it at? d-mn, he must of lost it
got water in the bank, no fargo
all caps! one n-gga don’t start sh-t
no brain, he be speaking that nonsense
he think that a n-gga ain’t got it (woah)
i don’t know, you ain’t got a lot of options
but i’ll give it a listen
tell me what i’m missing
i got 2 chainz round my neck, yeah i’m different
i got a chick at the crib who be missing me
n-ggas be paying me just to listen
to the sh-t that i’m spitting, yeah they see the vision
bloodthirsty n-ggas popping my arteries;
wanna leech off my stardom just admit it
n-ggas gon treat the game like it’s a lottery
honestly, if they wanna win, gotta rig it
it’s comedy; think if you mimic what 50 cent did then you finna get rich?
ragtag, with the gun violence, put it in a song now it goes viral
lowkey
but it’s so loud! start a show, there goes a whole crowd
evidence lurking inside your music, why you do this? now you is on trial
yeah, there goes the judge
somebody snitched you was smuggling drugs
stuck in a pinch; tried to hit up your bud
n-gga, you tripping, he don’t give a f-ck
don’t give a f-ck, n-gga what’s up
it’s looking like you is running out of luck
raising up my hand, put me on the stand
i’m finna go, bro, i’ll show em’ what’s up
pass me the mic, i’ll ignite it, each bar that i spit throws spark and that sh-t getting hotter (ha)
sprinkle some drops of my flow on b-tch, watch it put out a flame cuz you know my sh-t’s water
woah, sh-t to cold need a raincoat, got a bad bih from orlando (yeah yeah)
and my girl, she an angel, she loves to do what i say so (yeah yeah)
me and my n-ggas, we finna get bigger, we k!lling the game. best believe in it (lieve in it)
f-ck all the people that ain’t hit me up til’ the saw my name trending the internet (internet)
i know, you know, we know that we don’t cl!ck (yeah)
i roll solo, lilo with no stitch (what’s up)
what’s poppin
y’all know i don’t do this sh-t often
but it’s quarantine n-gga, i’m locked in
when i’m bored, let the rap god walk in
in the shade, and i’m chilling with the slims on
got a whole different soul and it’s knocking
murder scene, got caught with them toxins
better tread lightly (caution)
my sh-t so addicting, it’s so out this world you gon’ think i’m a martian
go crazy, too lazy, this is my jungle, swing on this sh-t like i’m tarzan
swear to god, man, if i fall then, it’s gon’ all go to sh-t when the fat lady sings
ain’t no romance, no rose at the back of the bus, but it’s parked on the side of the street (ooh yeah)
i’m with my dawgs, toss em’ a bone
if you ain’t the squad, go get a loan
i’m my zone
what is you on, leave me alone
can you not bother me with your tomfoolery
who does he think that he foolin’?
the truth is these n-ggas can’t do what i’m doin’
they think this sh-t easy
but really it’s time-consuming
oh sh-t it’s over?

- mide

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