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    WHATS POPPIN Remix
    
    
    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 jamming  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, uh)  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 balling  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-jani...  Y'all finish the 
sentence  
 
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