What's Poppin'

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