What's Poppin' - Bouncer, Krept, K Don

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