What’s Poppin’

Lyrics

Budde you the G.O.A.T. boy Karsten, hehe Yo, move, I ain't got time for your shit and you know it Dude, I'm doing my thing and I know that it's so lit Who, I don't give a fuck who you think that you're cool with I'm from Norway, we colder than all of them idiots What are you stupid? I spit gay shit 'bout gay shit I'm saying your opinion is worthless I'll rap about sucking a thousand dicks if I want to in churches I'll slap a homophobe sideways if he attacks me in public On some gay Illuminati shit just so they know that we run shit Oh, I'm that battle rappin' hater slappin' super chub I'm a sailor tappin' main attraction in the club 'Bout that paper stackin' but them payments happen I'm just dumb and blow it some dumb shit 'Cause I think it's fun Ha, then I'm broke again Dammit, then I'm broke again At least I found your dad on Growlr Took him home and broke him in Ha, heterothеrapy, I can fix your soul for you Listen the Church of Pureology is rеal And we've got a home for you Ha, how did this Norwegian get so good at this? Tellin' others to move like it's Ludacris Daddy raps better than all of us, it's ludicrous 2 Fast and 2 Furious for us to get our food and shit Oh well, what's poppin'? Got seventeen years of puttin' words to paper Now who's greater? My track a bitch and all must face her yup sooner or later I'm the shit and taste like cum I got flavor come taste her Now croak behind my back and ask for a favor, I'm major Damn, damn, I think I'm the man yeah Since gender is a construct we all knew that I would get here There there, it won't work out But at least you'll get to prepare This a warning shot, coming for all your spots The end's near They say "Daddy we love you please give us some sugar" My inbox is hole pics and dick pics And I think that they could be smoother My sugar is mine and honestly I don't share with no one I'm the bad kinda daddy Just 'cause I take rappers and son 'em Can you please wear a mask so I soon can perform in the states Need to get over the pond to solidify my spot with the greats Vinnie's better book me now before it's too late And I'll deliver the feature when the feature is done Man give me some space Get out my face Know 'bout the stakes My kind get burned at the stakes So I got fire for days Watch this beat go up in flames like what's poppin' Mic droppin' when I get out the gates Let's go