foo7er - What's Poppin Lyrics

What's poppin
If I see double Gs I'm coppin
I could play any sport go top 10
Just joshin and you know all the hoes they flockin
She stalkin I'm blockin
Got Avery at home she rockin
I see a problem ain't no talkin just white chalkin
Spent 10 on the 7 I dropped it
Shorty ridin shotgun, she toppin
My dog shmidt no docson
Shit so loud it smell rotten
I could pass that bitch like Rodman

You really don't wanna get started
Put the clip to his head now it's parted
I remember playin drake uncharted
Now I'm really fuckin tryna get charted
Can't slip can't be retarted
Loud pack smell like I farted
Tryna sell out madison square garden
Hold up lemme talk my shit, diamonds they gliss
Chopper hold tits
Pull up with sticks
We shoot and bitch we don't miss
Sippin that yak sippin that lean sippin that SSE
Shorty bad and she do whatever I say

What happen
Shoot em like t-mac no magic
Shit tragic my choppa automatic
Shit Easy, shit classic
I dish that bitch off like magic
Do this shit with a passion
Nike and Jordan be the fashion
Brand new coupe a Ashton
Chain on wet it's splashin
And you know my pendant flashin
Bad bitch walk by I'm smashin
Two hundred on the dash ain't crashin
Can't wait to buy mom a mansion
At the club I be dancin
After that I get my half in
Hit the fiends you know I be taxin