Jack Harlow - Whats Poppin (Lyrics) ft. Dababy, Tory Lanez, & Lil Wayne

Jack Harlow - Whats Poppin (Lyrics) ft. Dababy, Tory Lanez, & Lil Wayne Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: Jack Harlow Follow Loku: Wallpaper: For business enquiries or anything else please reach out: yoyoloku@ 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 s***’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 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 s*** So when she pull up on me, I know what she ’bout to say [Verse 2: DaBaby] Call up my b****, 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 f*** with your ho, yeah, I’m fit for it Still on the Billboard, the number one song in UK And I done got so f***in’ rich, all these hoes on my dick I still don’t give a f*** what you say She eat it like a Pac-Man, n**** (Eat it) Whoop a n**** like I’m Batman, n**** (Eat it) [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 f*** me but nobody caught her She told me that she wasn’t feelin’ my music I f***ed her, she told me, “It’s nobody harder“ And I’m with the G-ski, I need that s*** for the freeski We are not buyin’ no p**** you sellin’ on Peachtree It’s so much work on my celly I had to go tell all my b****es, “Email it to reach me“ All in my DM, I’ll follow your BM She play with the croski, we used to f*** on the lowski She use to lie on my bed and go lie to your face And say I’m just a broski, n****, 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 f*** again, I want that tongue again Stuck it so deep that she cough up her lung again Five-star b****es, 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, n****, lil’ Tory [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 s***, new maggots (Yeah) Same old throne, new dragons (Uh) Same old strong, new ashes (Yeah) I could pass that b**** like Magic, yeah (Oh, oh) I ain’t cappin’, I’m lit, I’m active, yeah (Yeah) Lil’ five in that b**** like Paxson, yeah (Yeah) Gonna drown in this milk like Apple Jacks I sell a b**** dreams, put tax on that Lil’ slime in that b****, that’s slatt for slatt (Yeah) Obama, Presidential Rollie, that’s black on black (Yeah) Got ninety-nine problems and a b**** ain’t one Yeah, numbers don’t lie, this the aftermath (Yeah) Yeah, what’s poppin’? (Poppin’) Brand-new phone, just dropped it (Uh) F*** it, I got options I bust down a couple Apple Watches (Hello) I could put the ball in the end zone Put a bad b**** 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 b****es 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, n****, I’m Creole She said, “Babe, does it hurt when I deepthroat?“ I just better not feel your teeth, ho [Chorus: J