[LYRICS] What’s Poppin Remix Lyrics By Jack Harlow

Jack Harlow, Tory Lanez, Lil Wayne And DaBaby Lyrics

Read the most accurate lyrics to ‘What’s Poppin’ Remix by Jack Harlow, featuring Tory Lanez, Lil Wayne and DaBaby. What’s Poppin Remix was released in 2020, as the 15th track on Jack Harlow’s “That’s What They All Say” album, What’s Poppin Remix was produced by JW Lucas, LosTheProducer, Pooh Beats and Jetsonmade.

[LYRICS]  Whats Poppin Remix Lyrics By Jack Harlow
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Jack Harlow, Tory Lanez, Lil Wayne & DaBaby – What’s Poppin Remix Lyrics

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
Oh, 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 coming over and she down to stay
I got a hit, she was playing 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 nothing)
Just joshing (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 is 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 LA 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 rocking water diamonds, need a Squeegee
These niggas watered down, they drinking Fiji
My whip is orange and brown like I’m in Cleveland
My bitch is Mello Yello like a soda (Soda)
These niggas tattootalers, 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 calling 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 buying no pussy you selling 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 cooling 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 are on the run again, run again
Runnin’ in diamonds, they illuminating 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 nothing)
Just joshing
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 bracking? (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 capping, 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 joshing
I’ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (Mm, mm)
SportsCenter, top ten

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