what's poppin' (remix)
Singer:crypt
pop out this bitch like an eyeball
spray a nigga down with some lysol
somebody just turned the lights off
that's over your head like a fly ball
or the bright sky when the night falls
get screwed like drywalls
playing with these other rappers like they were my dolls
'cause their pussies get hurt
why? they got tight draws?
all the ladies get dry walls
it seems these days that people are lovin' to hate me
pinning me against all of my peers like a wave
keep on pushin' that narrative
but if you get to comparin' us
i leave you aware that you'll be pushin' up daisies
look how i'm cruisin' this shit
dawg you think that you ballin'
that get you neutered and shit
i just be paintin' picture with my words
you just be doodlin' shit
bitches be catfishin' on the gram and niggas be noodlin' shit
this is as cool as it get
can't name another two rappers better that's actually doin' this shit
i don't care who your favorite rapper is
i don't know what the fuck you want from me
but i do know that it ain't the smoke
keep on thinking that you can lyrically hang with me and i'm have to give you the rope
they don't even know that my flow so heavy
if i spit off a boat you couldn't get it to float
you shouldn't get us provoked
you think that this a joke?
you just do it for the show
sticks and stones may break my bones
but hollow points put a hole through your dome
we gold off the top like we're poppin' modelos
pass me the rock like stockton
at the top of the key when the clocks at three
your legs wobble like jello
at your front door with the shovel
it ain't my fault if he cause some trouble
donatello? ain't that a turtle?
his headbands quite purple
but i meant that he gon' tell on dudes
when they pull up on him and threaten to hurt 'em
this is the way you make it the greatest
the way you wake up the neighbors
the way the say it's debated
they hate to say we the favorite
the minute you making paper they all up in your faces
can you buy me a plate of steak and potatoes?
a plate of steak and potatoes
you bitches think that i'm famous and makin' a ton of paper
but even if that was the case
i do not owe you any favors
time to put you in your place
so all you pussy talking people better pray that tame my own pace
i'm bout to pave my own wave right to the main stage
it's your own ass fault if you ain't this great
fuck all this melodic shit
and write a rhyme sick enough to be ending all of these viruses
and ride around with kufis
ain't nobody going to shoot me unless it is in a movie
hey you giving too much stuff