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letra de whats poppin (ultra mix) - queezy_the_gangster

[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 g*nius (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
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
[chorus: jack harlow & dababy]
what’s poppin’?
brand-new whip, just hopped in (just hopped in)
i got options
i could pass that b-tch like stockton (it ain’t nothin’)
just joshin’ (oh, these n-ggas got me f-cked up, n-gga)
i’ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh, you know, it’s like)
my body got rid of them toxins (let me go, let me go, mm, mm)
sportscenter, top ten

[verse 2: dababy]
call up my b-tch, 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, fn 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-ck 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-ckin’ rich, all these hoes on my d-ck
i still don’t give a f-ck what you say
she eat it like a pac-man, n-gga (eat it)
whoop a n-gga like i’m batman, n-gga (eat it)
i just pulled up in the batmobile (nyoom)
the reason i ain’t f-ckin’ with these rap-ass n-ggas
’cause they cap-ass n-ggas (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-ggas watered down, they drinkin’ fiji
my whip is orange and brown like i’m in cleveland
my b-tch is mello yello like a soda (soda)
these n-ggas tattletalers, i’m a soldier
ayy, somebody tell them n-ggas that it’s over
you know it’s baby, n-gga
[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 b-tch 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 f-ck me but n0body caught her
she told me that she wasn’t feelin’ my music
i f-cked her, she told me, “it’s n0body harder”
and i’m with the g-ski, i need that sh-t for the freeski
we are not buyin’ no p-ssy you sellin’ on peachtree
it’s so much work on my celly
i had to go tell all my b-tches, “email it to reach me”
all in my dm, i’ll follow your bm
she play with the croski, we used to f-ck on the lowski
she use to lie on my bed and go lie to your face
and say i’m just a broski, n-gga, 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-ck again, i want that tongue again
stuck it so deep that she cough up her lung again
five-star b-tches, 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-gga, 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 b-tch like stockton (it ain’t nothin’)
just joshin’
i’ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh, man, i just caught a drink, man, f-ck)
my body got rid of them toxins (mm, mm)
sportscenter, top ten

[verse 4: lil wayne]
mm, what’s brackin’? (woo)
brand-new whip, new mansion (brrp)
brand-new tips, new dancers (yeah)
same old d-ck, new magnums (oh)
same old sh-t, new maggots (yeah)
same old throne, new dragons (uh)
same old strong, new ashes (yeah)
i could pass that b-tch like magic, yeah (oh, oh)
i ain’t cappin’, i’m lit, i’m active, yeah (yeah)
lil’ five in that b-tch like paxson, yeah (yeah)
gonna drown in this milk like apple jacks
i sell a b-tch dreams, put tax on that
lil’ slime in that b-tch, that’s slatt for slatt (yeah)
obama, presidential rollie, that’s black on black (yeah)
got ninety-nine problems and a b-tch ain’t one
yeah, numbers don’t lie, this the aftermath (yeah)
yeah, what’s poppin’? (poppin’)
brand-new phone, just dropped it (uh)
f-ck it, i got options
i bust down a couple apple watches (h-llo)
i could put the ball in the end zone
put a bad b-tch 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-tches like shego (pew)
i like ’em blonde like me though (yeah)
although i’m don corleone (brrat)
i will still slide like neo, uh (h-llo)
kief all around my pre-roll (yeah)
new orleans, n-gga, i’m creole
she said, “babe, does it hurt when i deepthroat?”
i just better not feel your t–th, ho

[chorus: jack harlow]
what’s poppin’? (poppin’)
brand-new whip, just hopped in (just hopped in)
i got options
i could pass that b-tch like stockton (it ain’t nothin’)
just joshin’
i’ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh)
my body got rid of them toxins (mm, mm)
sportscenter, top ten

[verse 5: jack harlow]
i could put the ball in the end zone
put a bad b-tch in the friendzone, ooh
this sh-t sound like an intro
jetson, give me that tempo, ooh
told pooh he a fool with this sh-t (he a fool)
told her don’t let her friends know (don’t)
in the ‘ville and i move like a don (don)
eating fettuccine at vincenzo’s
me and my ‘migos got that free smoke
on the west coast, yeah, i’m talking ’bout pre-rolls (pre-roll)
dark haired b-tch and she look like shego (she do)
hometown hero, feeling myself, can’t murder my ego (can’t do it)
she heard of my deep stroke
she said, “babe, does it hurt when i deep throat?” (it does)
certified freak ho
hang around us and she learnin’ my lingo
back then, wasn’t worried ’bout me though
in the gym tryna work on my free throw
godd-mn (godd-mn)
spending money at the club like sam’s (cha-ching)
yes, ma’am
she a lil’ freak on cam (facts)
but she don’t put this on the ‘gram (nah)
lil’ boys tryna diss on the ‘gram (ayy)
i can’t switch on the fam (b-tch)
sh-t’s hot, hit the switch on the fan (hit that sh-t)
this where my head is (listen)
i feel resentment from every direction
even some homies be wearing expressions
i be discouraged from sharing my blessings (d-mn)
we used to share a connection
now it just feels like it’s wearing and stretching
i’m getting real sick of taking advice
from people that never could stare at reflections (ooh)
somewhere in there is a lesson
y’all ain’t evolvin’, it’s very depressing
i’m at the club with the basketball team
me and the cardinals are sharing a section (facts)
gotta cherish the present
i’m drinking water and wearing protection
got a career and i’m very invested
some people call it a scary obsession (ooh, period, but)
i like to call it a passion
i can’t be sitting relaxin’ (nah, i can’t)
pg, we getting some traction
i’m at the venue, it’s packed in (packed out)
i’m digging her accent
i got a b.b. simon belt on me
and she tryna get it unfastened
that’s my type of distraction
that’s my type and she latin (that’s facts, ooh)
got my own flow and i’m ’bout to get a patent
brand new sheets for the bed, they satin (soft, real soft)
y’all wasn’t tuned in back then (nah)
my swag, they keep jackin’ (keep on jackin’)
i ain’t doin’ no verse, quit askin’ (quit askin’)

[chorus: machine gun kelly]
what’s poppin’?
just f-cked my ex, i rawed it
two x of the mushroom chocolate
two x on neck, i’m frostbit
stay dressin’, no balsamic
got commas, comme des garçons’d it
cup got ice cubes like compton
chef n0bu, cook me raw fish

[verse 6: machine gun kelly]
long beards but the squad’s not amish
just bosses, dropouts and convicts
wallet’s bigger than chris wallace
dead presidents inside, it’s haunted
yellow tape where i’m from, stay cautious
made mixtapes wearin’ shirts with the horses
it’s been a minute since i gave a f-ck about a critic’s
opinion but they keep on forgettin’ where the bars went
old-timers, d-mn, y’all got alzheimer’s?
can’t say what your subconscious think
be honest y’all hate that i switch genres
f-ck models, switch condoms
eat beef like mcdonald’s
eat rappers, jeff dahmer
top five of the young rhymers
been sick, no virus
i’m an og now, i do not pay homage
look, i’m a cleveland cavalier
drivin’ foreign engineer
at the fashion week in paris
cinderella on my terrace
glass slipper on the stairs
ass fatter than shakira’s
i saw her live at the super bowl
i was in town for a movie role
toosie slide in the booty hole
smokin’ woods, eatin’ tuna roll
playing cards like it’s yu-gi-oh!
and i was only in the studio
i wake up, i’m moody, i roll up some fruity
that have more colors than a coogi coat
i’m not a rapper that talk ’bout designer
but this is from virgil and louis though
inside my closet’s a million options, i put on all black like a funeral
i hop out the plane in pajamas, i do this sh-t daily, i don’t even plan it, woah

[chorus: machine gun kelly]
what’s poppin’?
just f-cked my ex, i rawed it
two x of the mushroom chocolate
two x on neck, i’m frostbit
two eggs with cheese and sausage
i’m in bed, she fed me topless

[bridge: machine gun kelly]
three x’s next to the names of the last three hoes on my missed call list
yeah, yeah, red eyes i can’t see clear
whoa, whoa, my brick so white, it glow
d-mn, d-mn, she made an onlyfans
ugh, ugh, can’t write my life in books
i’m back to my old ways, i been—
alright, f-ck it, i’m good

[verse 7: dax]
on point like an hb pencil
i could talk sh-t but i just got dental
that head was a little insane, her iq eq’d all of my mental (oh!)
these n-ggas say i can’t make hooks, this peter pan flow ’bout to captain this tempo
and make you go crash ’cause the way my car dash
it’ll make you go kim and k-kylie your kendall (oh my god!)
i short bust, my nuts are still special
i got sauce to beef with your pesto
you can’t chest the problems i shoulder
my leg up ensures i’m up next (necks) so
won’t stop throwing bars
i’m green bar to farve
my soup(er) bowls’ll heat up your end zone
microwave and blaze your credentials
wash away and mj your skin tone (sh-t)
what’s poppin’?
if i’m not, b-tch, you toxic
if you can make a song with no hook and make it go viral
please, b-tch, drop it
throwing up hits, get it? i vomit
throwing up bricks, get it? you’re onyx
my bars poke ya, mon’
don’t get in the way when i come through the lane and start jammin’
smoking this beat like a rastafarian
had to fish my drip just to acquire-em’
get it? aquarium, fish, water
had to work hard just to drip harder
cut the beat then slowly fade it in like a middle-class neighborhood barber (f-ck!)
let’s pause it
i’m 6 feet like the sp-ce recommended for covid
19 bars already put this beat in a coffin
if you say you’re better, you’re kap like colin
if you want a feature, text us like austin, we will reply in august!
2 guns in my pocket
see these? (cds?) you better walk, man!
i’ma bodman (batman) how this beat i’m robin
i’m cold but i’m not common
i’m in this b-tch
one stroke to the hole but i’m not f-cking, b-tch, i’m golfing
people say they could do better, they just talking
i’m about to toss ’em
i’m not sold on you but the way i celt-ic, i could live in boston
these bars don’t come around too often
they connect like sprint, ketchup, b-tch, why are you jogging?
you mustard, i’m a youtube rapper
well, if i am, then why ain’t i vlogging?
that’s what they try to say and stop him
but his punchlines won’t let them box him in
my mic’s enticing (mikes in tyson) them to think this holyfield is a boxing ring (ugh)
god, what’s the point of rapping these words?
i would probably make more money if i spent all my time doing what the mainstream prefers
but i ain’t finna follow the sheep inside that herd
one hit’ll make ’em wonder when i spit my verse
n-ggas thinking that they rapping wit’ me is absurd
i be preying on these beats but i’m not in no church
i’m due like rent on the 1st of the month
bruce lee with the flips, b-tch, i do my own stunts
these n-gga get (moon)ed when i come through
so ass, they could probably be my suns
i’m bout to get technically technical
so many flows, i be rapping with tentacles
if after this, you’re still skeptical
i will have to set you straight like a heteros-xual
my wordplay’s highly impeccable
so impeccable
90 percent of the bars in this song are not even detectable
and if you did hypothetically, you wouldn’t see how they’re three-dimensional
what’s poppin’? if i’m not by 2021, then this rap game’s garbage
i don’t remix beats, i k!ll them then i pay homage
my bars link like sausage
i always hit it on the nail like polish
this rap sh-t’s gotta be my calling
i go
bing, bing, bing, bing!
b-tch, i finished college
how do you think i got all this knowledge
shooting it up, yeah, the n-gga was ballin’
getting my cheese like i’m out in wisconsin
i went bing, bing, bing!
how am i finished? i ain’t even started
’bout to go dumb like i’m going r-t-rded
if you talk rap, i go the hardest (yeah)
rapping is critical
i embody each and every word and every syllable
i put all of me inside in each and every visual
i’m addicted to working, you’re barely seeing my pinnacle
mental and all the physical
so i’m never divisible
if you thought i was, you’re dirty and pitiful
you can go and get a knife and cut off all of your genitals
how i come with this lyrical
makes me d-mn near invincible
if they wanna battle, they can’t win!
how i come in is criminal
make a hater feel miserable
when i get up and do my dance!
you don’t gotta say it no more
we all know that i’m bringing that stamina
eating beats like an animal
naija boi outta africa
grew up hooping in canada who used to be a ja—
jan-janit—
y’all finish the sentence

[chorus: joyner lucas]
what’s gucci? (joyner)
boston b-tch, she bougie (yeah, yeah)
yeah, you goofy
told n-ggas, “you don’t like me? shoot me”
and if you don’t wanna fight me, sue me
guaranteed n-ggas won’t like the new me
this feel like a spike lee movie

[verse 8: joyner lucas]
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-tch 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-tch got titties like pamela and’
and she wanna f-ck 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-ggas up with a rifle
i never lit n-ggas up but i might though
i’m a cool n-gga but i can get spiteful
i’m ’bouta f-ck 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-tch i ever been with told me i’m heartless
i don’t trust a single motherf-cker, 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-cking 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-ck n-gga relentless
i been dead, i ain’t put you n-ggas to bed yet
the bed wet, this a wet dream of wet s-x 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 k!ll, to k!ll me
the cops who k!lled breonna taylor still free
and george floyd’d prolly k!ll to still breathe
how many black lives did they k!ll to k!ll 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-cked up rules
got a f-cked up head with some f-cked up screws
b-tch, please don’t put me in a f-cked up mood
got twin nines, and we play duck, duck, goose
better jump up, move ‘fore i bum-rush
n-ggas get lumped up too, i’m in a f-cked up mood
i don’t even trust me, why the f-ck trust you?
three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, n-gga
i’m with the fam
b-tch, you a pig, i don’t f-ck 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-ck is you sayin’?

[chorus: joyner lucas]
what’s gucci? (joyner)
boston b-tch, she bougie (yeah, yeah)
look, you goofy
told n-ggas, “you don’t like me? shoot me”
and if you don’t wanna fight me, sue me
guaranteed n-ggas won’t like the new me (they won’t)
this feel like a spike lee movie
what’s gucci?

[verse 9: logic]
[uh, uh] it’s more about fun
had a simple way for my son
been a good ride but i’m done
weight on my shoulders it’s ton
i get it done
i did it back to back to back to platinum plack to plack to plack
don’t give a f-ck about that
when i did it i knew i would do it
i rue it

[verse 10: justin bieber]
uh (yeah)
exotic, brand new lamb’, big body (body)
i’m slidin’ (slide), i’m goin’ wild like rodman (woo)
i’m gettin’ green like ceelo
see bro, i got the cheat codes (cheat codes)
eatin’ over at il pastaio, i get a bottle of wine on arrival (i do)
¿qué pasa? (-sa)
you see the bag, that’s prada (yeah)
hmm, de nada (thank you)
baby, you want it? i got it
got no time for the he say, she say, i take off in a pj (pj)
gave my song to the dj, since then been on replay (play that)

[verse 11: queezy_the_gangster]
add my sh-t to this godlike song
your b-tch at my crib, no thong
i’m always right, and that hoe is wrong
smoking on kush, blunts, and out the bong
hit it so hard, hit it like a gong
making movies, big monster, hong kong
gave her my big stick, large as king kong
line for the stick, line for your b-tch, is long
doing lines in the spliff
she came number fifth
literally she came five times while on a call and she wanna go for a sixth
that’s where i’m at
i’m at the club and i’m toting the gat
camden wigger, bet i’m wearing a cap
she hear my sh-t and she say its a slap
these dudes rap circles around me and i spit facts
no cap, lil wayne brought me to rap
lollipop, that sh-t be fat
time to switch the flow
i ain’t a wh0re, i won’t f-ck a random ass b-tch who tries to be a hoe
i’ve been through sh-t where people have left my life, 2 of them being joe
she stripped and put on a show
she sucked that d-ck like a pro
she don’t want me to go
i said if she keep going the answer to her question i will know
swallowed my kids, that b-tch knows how to blow
shoutout spyder g, cael the shaman, this i wrote
that’s my homie with colabs coming and we going toe to toe

[chorus: queezy_the_gangster]
what’s poppin’?
throat f-cked your girl she vomit
coming from the streets not compton
i shot on her face, like comet
weird players, wallace and grommet
this sh-t is over, i bombed it

- queezy_the_gangster

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