Producer : Jetsonmade/Pooh Beatz/Los The Producer
Lyrics : Jack Harlow/Tahj Morgan/Darryl Clemons/John W. Lucas
Music : Jack Harlow/Tahj Morgan/Darryl Clemons/John W. Lucas
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)
I'm a futon, I'ma give her that dick
When this shit'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
Took her to Taco Bell, bought her a churro
Took her home, gave her a cinnamon swirl
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 shit
So when she pull up on me I know what she 'bout to say
Chorus: Jack Harlow & DaBaby]
What's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (It ain't nothin'
Just joshin' (Oh, these niggas got me ****ed up, nigg
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh, you know, it's like)
My body got rid of them toxins (Let me go, mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten
Call up my bitch, 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, F&N in my denim
I send a hit, make him spin 'em
And I just flew back from LA on the jet yesterday (Yeah)
I go back and forth like I play tennis
I **** with your ho, yeah, I'm fit for i
Still on the Billboard, the number one song and you can't
And I done got so ****ing rich, all these hoes on my dic
I still don't give a **** what you sa
She eat like a Pac Man, nigga (Eat it
Whoop a nigga like I'm Batman, nigga (Eat it
I just pulled up in the Batmobile (Yeah)
The reason I ain't ****ing with these rap-ass nigga
'Cause they cap-ass niggas (Cap
And they raps ain't real (Cap)
Believe me, you wanna keep your life, then take it easy
I'm rockin' water diamonds, need a Squeegee
These niggas watered down, they drinkin' Fij
My whip is orange and brown like I'm in Cleveland
My bitch is Mello Yello like a soda (Soda
These niggas tattletalers, I'm a soldie
Ayy, somebody tell these niggas that it's ove
You know it's Baby, bitch
What's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Woo, hahaha)
I got options (Ayy)
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (Uh
Hop out that scat and I called out
I'm out here with somebody daughter
She callin' me daddy, I'm somebody father
I gotta go gets it, or when I go kiss it
I put my lips on it like somebody water
The diamond, the glacier, the cut, it all wylin'
She pulled up to **** me but nobody caught he
She told me that she wasn't feelin' my music
I ****ed her, she told me, 'It's nobody harder
And I with the chiefski, I need that shit for the freeski
We are not buyin' no pussy you sellin' on Peach Stree
It's so much work on my celly
I had to go tell all my niggas, 'Email it to reach me
All in my DM, I'll follow your BM
She play with the croski, we used to **** on the lowsk
She use to lie on my bed and go lie to your face
And say I'm just a broski (Hahaha), nigga, you knows m
You ain't believe it, you wanted to toast me
I had a semi as long as a ruler in case you was coolin' and wanna approach me
Dropped the mixtape and came back in the Cullinan
She wanna **** again, and I wanna tell her
Get stuck so weird that she cough up a lung again
Five star bitches, 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, bitch, lil' Tory
What's poppin'? (Canada)
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (It ain't nothin'
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh, man, I just caught a drink)
My body got rid of them toxins (Like, ****, mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten
Uh, what's brackin'? (Woo)
Brand new whip, new mansion (Brrp)
Brand new tips, new dancers (Yeah)
Same old shit, new Magnums (Oh)
Same old shit, new maggots (Yeah)
Same old throne, new dragons (Uh)
Same old strong, new ashes (Yeah)
I could pass that bitch like Magic, yeah (Oh, oh)
I ain't cappin', I'm lit, I'm active, yeah (Yeah)
Lil' five in that bitch like packin', yeah (Yeah)
Gonna drown in this milk like Apple Jacks
I sell a bitch dreams, put tax on that
LIl' slime in that shit, that's slatt for slatt (Yeah)
Obama, President, that's black on black (Yeah)
Got ninety-nine problems and the bitch ain't one
Yeah, numbers don't lie, this the aftermath (Yeah)
Yeah, what's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new phone, just dropped it
Um, **** it, I got options
I bust down couple Apple Watches (Hello)
I could put the ball in the end zone
Put a bad bitch in the friend zone, ooh, ooh
I'ma bust all on the skin tone
I been messed up as Ken Jones, ooh, ooh
Dog cap bitches as she go (Pew)
I like 'em blonde like me though (Yeah)
Although I'm Don Corleone (Brrat)
I will still slide like Neo, uh (Hello)
Keef all around my pre-roll (Yeah)
New Orleans, bitch, I'm Creole
She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I ****?"
I just better not feel your teeth, ho
What's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (It ain't nothin'
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (Mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten
Mastering Engineer : Colin Leonard
Vocals : Jack Harlow
Mixing Engineer : Leslie Brathwaite