Jack Harlow — WHATS POPPIN Ultra Mix

[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 genius (Oh Lord, jetson made another one) On the futon, I'ma give her that penis When this shit'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 shit 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 bitch like Stockton (It ain't nothin') Just joshin' (Oh, these niggas got me fucked up, nigga) 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 bitch, 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 fuck with your ho, yeah, I'm fit for it Still on the Billboard, the number one song in UK And I done got so fuckin' rich, all these hoes on my dick I still don't give a fuck what you say She eat it like a Pac-Man, nigga (Eat it) Whoop a nigga like I'm Batman, nigga (Eat it) I just pulled up in the Batmobile (Nyoom) The reason I ain't fuckin' with these rap-ass niggas 'Cause they cap-ass niggas (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 niggas watered down, they drinkin' Fiji My whip is orange and brown like I'm in Cleveland My bitch is Mello Yello like a soda (Soda) These niggas tattletalers, I'm a soldier Ayy, somebody tell them niggas that it's over You know it's Baby, nigga [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 bitch 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 fuck me but nobody caught her She told me that she wasn't feelin' my music I fucked her, she told me, "It's nobody harder" And I'm with the G-ski, I need that shit for the freeski We are not buyin' no pussy you sellin' on Peachtree It's so much work on my celly I had to go tell all my bitches, "Email it to reach me" All in my DM, I'll follow your BM She play with the croski, we used to fuck on the lowski She use to lie on my bed and go lie to your face And say I'm just a broski, nigga, 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 fuck again, I want that tongue again Stuck it so deep that she cough up her lung again Five-star bitches, 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, nigga, 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 bitch like Stockton (It ain't nothin') Just joshin' I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh, man, I just caught a drink, man, fuck) 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 dick, new Magnums (Oh) Same old shit, new maggots (Yeah) Same old throne, new dragons (Uh) Same old strong, new ashes (Yeah) I could pass that bitch like Magic, yeah (Oh, oh) I ain't cappin', I'm lit, I'm active, yeah (Yeah) Lil' five in that bitch like Paxson, yeah (Yeah) Gonna drown in this milk like Apple Jacks I sell a bitch dreams, put tax on that Lil' slime in that bitch, that's slatt for slatt (Yeah) Obama, Presidential Rollie, that's black on black (Yeah) Got ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain't one Yeah, numbers don't lie, this the aftermath (Yeah) Yeah, what's poppin'? (Poppin') Brand-new phone, just dropped it (Uh) Fuck it, I got options I bust down a couple Apple Watches (Hello) I could put the ball in the end zone Put a bad bitch 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 bitches like Shego (Pew) I like 'em blonde like me though (Yeah) Although I'm Don Corleone (Brrat) I will still slide like Neo, uh (Hello) Kief all around my pre-roll (Yeah) New Orleans, nigga, I'm Creole She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deepthroat?" I just better not feel your teeth, ho [Chorus: Jack Harlow] What's poppin'? (Poppin') Brand-new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in) I got options I could pass that bitch 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 bitch in the friendzone, ooh This shit sound like an intro Jetson, give me that tempo, ooh Told Pooh he a fool with this shit (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 bitch 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 Goddamn (Goddamn) 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 (Bitch) Shit's hot, hit the switch on the fan (Hit that shit) 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 (Damn) 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 fucked 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 Nobu, 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 fuck about a critic's Opinion but they keep on forgettin' where the bars went Old-timers, damn, y'all got Alzheimer's? Can't say what your subconscious think Be honest y'all hate that I switch genres Fuck 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 shit daily, I don't even plan it, woah [Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly] What's poppin'? Just fucked 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 Damn, damn, she made an OnlyFans Ugh, ugh, can't write my life in books I'm back to my old ways, I been— Alright, fuck it, I'm good [Verse 7: Dax] On point like an HB pencil I could talk shit but I just got dental That head was a little insane, her IQ EQ’d all of my mental (Oh!) These niggas 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 (Shit) What's poppin'? If I'm not, bitch, you toxic If you can make a song with no hook and make it go viral Please, bitch, 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 (Fuck!) Let's pause it I’m 6 feet like the space 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 bitch One stroke to the hole but I'm not fucking, bitch, 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, bitch, 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 Niggas 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, bitch, I do my own stunts These nigga 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 heterosexual 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 kill them then I pay homage My bars link like sausage I always hit it on the nail like polish This rap shit's gotta be my calling I go Bing, bing, bing, bing! Bitch, I finished college How do you think I got all this knowledge Shooting it up, yeah, the nigga 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 retarded 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 damn 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 bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, you goofy Told niggas, "You don't like me? Shoot me" And if you don't wanna fight me, sue me Guaranteed niggas 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 bitch 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 bitch got titties like Pamela And' And she wanna fuck 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 niggas up with a rifle I never lit niggas up but I might though I'm a cool nigga but I can get spiteful I'm 'bouta fuck this shit 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 bitch I ever been with told me I'm heartless I don’t trust a single motherfucker, 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 fucking 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 fuck nigga relentless I been dead, I ain't put you niggas to bed yet The bed wet, this a wet dream of wet sex 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 kill, to kill me The cops who killed Breonna Taylor still free And George Floyd'd prolly kill to still breathe How many black lives did they kill to kill me? I protest but we still feel no real peace I hear no relief, I still don't feel free And man I hate fucked up rules Got a fucked up head with some fucked up screws Bitch, please don't put me in a fucked up mood Got twin nines, and we play duck, duck, goose Better jump up, move 'fore I bum-rush Niggas get lumped up too, I'm in a fucked up mood I don't even trust me, why the fuck trust you? Three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, nigga I'm with the fam Bitch, you a pig, I don't fuck 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) Fuck is you sayin'? [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] What's Gucci? (Joyner) Boston bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah) Look, you goofy Told niggas, "You don't like me? Shoot me" And if you don't wanna fight me, sue me Guaranteed niggas 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 fuck 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 shit to this godlike song Your bitch 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 bitch, 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 shit 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 shit be fat Time to switch the flow I ain’t a whore, I won’t fuck a random ass bitch who tries to be a hoe I’ve been through shit where people have left my life, 2 of them being Joe She stripped and put on a show She sucked that dick 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 bitch 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 fucked your girl she vomit Coming from the streets not Compton I shot on her face, like comet Weird players, Wallace and Grommet This shit is over, I bombed it