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lirik lagu whats poppin (remix) – montana of 300

[verse 1]
what’s poppin’?
rap god in
b*tch hop on board, green goblin
two guns, i’m trained like thomas
two words, nicknamed klay thompson
these n*ggas keep grilling
catch bullets, chad johnson
i ain’t gotta contact no body
tech n9ne’s with me like hopsin
boy, you better have batman with you
cause yo’ ass gonna die if you think you robin
don’t twist it, don’t pull it
i don’t play games no bop it
give it to him through the window, sonics
back up or get smoked, no chronic
one shot, hit his top, when it pop
bet he drop, for the op, in the box, f*ck boxing
no camel, no flodgin’
no need to cap like colin
been balling, like carmen
y’all knew dude, had a pack like ramen
use to ride past 12 like stockton
pole on me every time they stopped em’
learned lessons, gave guidance
don’t be sorry, let’s be sovereign
i’m bombing, bin laden
they pausing, rewinding
i’ll never sell my soul, i’m way to solid, i won’t sign it
can’t listen to these bullsh*t rappers, i’ll get bored like ramen
i’ll k!ll your favorite rapper easy like he came from compton
mixed b*tch on my d*ck, concoction
i’m talking meet, no conference
bad b*tch go crazy, jocelyn
moon in the star, islamic
might slide on her no bonnie
scr*w*ng these hoes, no hydrant
go in on them, no compass
no qb, i got options
i could make your b*tch moan
shawty wanna dip, i been balling like jim jones
playing lil wayne, carter 3, lollipop in the drop
watch your b*tch getting l!cked on
get her back broke then the b*tch getting sent home
limping like she getting her pimp on
get tough, one call
get dropped so fast my n*gga that’s a sprint phone
i’m the one they quit on
thought they was better off without me something must’ve went wrong
40 on my hip bone, clip long, d*ck long
shawty i go harder than the flintstones
i was tipping off the flip phone
made it to the end zone
could’ve sold my soul, could’ve been owned
i ain’t gotta make a diss song
i’m a really bully on the beat these rappers getting picked on
way before all of this rapping
i was slanging them pounds, no dapping
no hats allowed, no capping
are you starving or you fasting?
my b*tch is fancy, your money funny like jamie
and you n*ggas lamer than braxton
you must be stupid if you gotta rapper in mind that you pick over me like a caption
sauce on em’, give them a napkin
i’m known to snap like sebastian
i’m out this world, i’m galactic
i’m talking different, no accent
i’m talking fire, no dragon
i’m not really into bragging but
every line i do right is dope
drugs in my tablet, aspirin
if you ever get outta pocket, you better be lamar jackson
he l!cking blood, he got cracked with the ratchet
you know exactly what’s brackin’
he got hit with the stick, it ain’t madden
if they wanna trip then i’m packing
the free throw we shoot if they hacking
b*tch i been catching n*ggas in traffic
first n*gga act tough i’m whack him
round of applause, i’m clapping
undertaker when i’m blasting
the beef with me come with a casket
my bullets flipping, gymnastics
turns his circle to a fraction
man this sh*ts so easy i’m laughing
b*tch you know who the best stop asking
rap god

- montana of 300

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