What's Poppin Remix (What's Gucci)

What's gucci? (Joyner)

Boston bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you goofy

Told niggas: You don't like me? Shoot me

And if you don't wanna fight me, sue me

Guaranteed niggas won't like the new me

This feel like a Spike Lee movie

Room full of hoes and I might get choosy

Please excuse me

All of my moves are carefully planned

Don't play with me, I'm a family man

I put your bitch on my family plan

My mansion lookin' like Fantasy Land

I bought a beach with some Canada sand

All of my moves are carefully planned

I'm two steps ahead like Nigerian scams (Word)

Now hand mе the Benz

You in the crib and I'm hеre with the fans

My bitch got titties like Pamela And'

And she wanna fuck in a janitor's van

I'm 'bout to turn to a psycho

You 'bout to see my true colors like Michael

I'm 'bout to pick niggas up with a rifle

I never lit niggas up but I might though

I'm a cool nigga but I can get spiteful

I'm 'bouta fuck this shit up like a typo

You do not know me, no, we ain't related

And we ain't got mutual friends that I might know

I don't wanna be acquainted regardless

Every bitch I ever been with told me I'm heartless

I don’t trust a single motherfucker, I'm cautious

I can never win, they want me up in a coffin

Way before I started winnin', had a couple of losses

Had to make a livin' out my mother's apartment

Wasn't too much opportunity to come up in Boston

I was fucking exhausted, I was done with the talkin'

I was workin' odd jobs, had me stuck in the office

On God, I was outside runnin' and walkin' nonstop

On a dark block, duckin' and dodgin' all cops

'Til they all stop, buckin' and sparkin' all Glocks

'Til my heart stops workin' at ten breaths

I benchpress any fuck nigga relentless

I been dead, I ain't put you niggas to bed yet

The bed wet, this a wet dream of wet sex wit' rednecks

Why am I not allowed to feel, to feel free?

I learned from God, whatever will, just will be

I bet you prolly wanna kill, to kill me

The cops who killed Breonna Taylor still free

And George Floyd'd prolly kill to still breathe

How many black lives did they kill to kill me?

I protest but we still feel no real peace

I hear no relief, I still don't feel free

And man I hate fucked up rules

Got a fucked up head with some fucked up screws

Bitch, please don't put me in a fucked up mood

Got twin nines, so we play duck, duck, goose

Better jump up, move 'fore I bump rush

Niggas get lumped up too, I'm in a fucked up mood

I don't even trust me, why the fuck trust you?

Three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, nigga

I'm with the fam

Bitch, you a pig, I don't fuck with no ham

All y'all been sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in

I built the label then upped the event

Please don't compare me to none of these scrams

I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the ground

I took advantage and stuck to the plan (Joyner)

Fuck is you sayin'?

What's gucci? (Joyner)

Boston bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah)

Look, you goofy

Told niggas: You don't like me? Shoot me

And if you don't wanna fight me, sue me

Guaranteed niggas won't like the new me (They won't)

This feel like a Spike Lee movie

What's gucci?