Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What's Poppin' , by - BouncerRelease date: 10.10.2019
Song language: English
What's Poppin' |
| I say you, you |
| Can’t fuck with gang, gang |
| Pull up and bang, bang |
| Psycho like Santan |
| I say you, you |
| Can’t fuck with gang, gang |
| Pull up and bang, bang |
| Psycho like Santan |
| Ay, what’s poppin |
| Buss' down, nigga I’m frostin' |
| You know it’s lit, she suck my dick, said the same old shit |
| Like, you know I don’t do this often |
| Said the same ting to my bredrin |
| Well I’m a virgin too, since everybody’s pretending |
| Girl you’re pretty good for somebody that don’t do this a lot |
| I feel bad that nigga wife but never knew she a thot |
| My nigga hold this L |
| Yeah, oh, you think you’re a gangster, we got smoke as well |
| Smokey, I’m with the mad men only |
| I’m with broski,? |
| Come a long way for the flats dem |
| When Bounce and Kone had a MAC-10 |
| We did a rap then,? |
| Sammy was banging, Konan was shacking |
| Niggas were lacking, niggas are lucky he’s rapping |
| Niggas are bussin' a cannon, P was a fucking assassin |
| In a flat with my d-o-g, sellin' white and b-o-b |
| When this on man p-o-p, on g-o-d |
| Gettin' rich and now cheque’s look like a d-o-b |
| I’m on t-o-p, I want that, it get’s c-o-p |
| She get’s cocky and g-o-b |
| My young G got the d-o-t, so them nigga’s got g-o-t |
| Full s-t-o-p (Khalas) |
| Finish, over, you nigga’s, cobra |
| Revenge is sweet here’s one for the culture |
| We got smoke as well |
| Some barrels, keenan and kell |
| In the T-house with these cells |
| Cause we’re putting Buj on these scales |
| I be prayin' for a brighter day, when I can wake up and put the phone away |
| But until then I’m on the motorway, tryna get rid of these O’s of flake |
| Trenches is where I’ve been in, situations that I’ve hidden |
| All the bando’s that I’ve been in, all for the cash it’s got me sinnin' |
| Got me rappin'? |
| Been on the corner like Nisa, been doin' laps I need a breather |
| Remember cold nights with no heater |
| Now summer days we got the beater |
| I cross country lines with no visa |
| With my dreds I look like a rasta, hmm, ohh |
| If its pasa then it’s paso |
| No rollin' with a slapper |
| I’m a rapper and a trapper |
| We put the border on mapper |
| This one’s for the dealer’s and trapper’s taking risks |
| Gotta watch how you move on the block, little nigga don’t slip |
| My little bruddas that just wanna hit a lit, yeah |
| Just the way it unfolds and you’re in the bits, yeah, yeah |
| Ohh, rockstar on the stones |
| With the ganger on my own |
| Puttin' brandy in the bowl |
| Like 2Pac I had to hit 'em |
| I say you, you |
| Can’t fuck with gang, gang |
| Pull up and bang, bang |
| Psycho like Santan |
| I say you, you |
| Can’t fuck with gang, gang |
| Pull up and bang, bang |
| Psycho like Santan |
| Ay, what’s poppin |
| Buss' down, nigga I’m frostin' |
| You know it’s lit, she suck my dick, said the same old shit |
| Like, you know I don’t do this often |
| Said the same ting to my bredrin |
| Well I’m a virgin too, since everybody’s pretending |
| Girl you’re pretty good for somebody that don’t do this a lot |
| I feel bad that nigga wife but never knew she a thot |
| My nigga hold this L |
| Yeah, oh, you think you’re a gangster, we got smoke as well |