MGK - What’s Poppin Freestyle lyrics
MGK [Machine Gun Kelly] Colson Baker [Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[MGK - What’s Poppin Freestyle lyrics]
Yo, what up, man?
Send me that instrumental real quick
Which one? "What's Poppin'"
Alright, got you right now yessir, let's go
What's poppin'?
Just fucked my ex, I rawed it
Two X of the mushroom chocolate
Two X on neck, I'm frostbit
Stay dressin', no balsamic
Got commas, Comme des Garçons'd it
Cup got ice cubes like Compton
Chef Nobu, cook me raw fish
Long beards but the squad's not Amish
Just bosses, dropouts and convicts
Wallet's bigger than Chris Wallace
Dead presidents inside, it's haunted
Yellow tape where I'm from, stay cautious
Made mixtapes wearin' shirts with the horses
It's been a minute since I gave
A fuck about a critic's
Opinion but they keep on forgettin'
Where the bars went
Old-timers, damn, y'all got Alzheimer's?
Can't say what your subconscious think
Be honest y'all hate that I switch genres
Fuck models, switch condoms
Eat beef like McDonald's
Eat rappers, Jeff Dahmer
Top five of the young rhymers
Been sick, no virus
I'm an OG now, I do not pay homage
Look, I'm a Cleveland Cavalier
Drivin' foreign engineer
At the Fashion Week in Paris
Cinderella on my terrace
Glass slipper on the stairs
Ass fatter than Shakira's
I saw her live at the Super Bowl
I was in town for a movie role
Toosie Slide in the booty hole
Smokin' woods, eatin' tuna roll
Playing cards like it's Yu-Gi-Oh!
And I was only in the studio
I wake up, I'm moody, I roll up some fruity
That have more colors than a Coogi coat
I'm not a rapper that talk 'bout designer
But this is from Virgil and Louis, though
Inside my closet's a million options
I put on all black like a funeral
I hop out the plane in pajamas, I do
This shit daily, I don't even plan it, woah
What's poppin'?
Just fucked my ex, I rawed it
Two X of the mushroom chocolate
Two X on neck, I'm frostbit
Two eggs with cheese and sausage
I'm in bed, she fed me topless
Three X's next to the names of the last
Three hoes on my missed call list
Yeah, yeah, red eyes I can't see clear
Whoa, whoa, my brick so white, it glow
Damn, damn, she made an OnlyFans
Ugh, ugh, can't write my life in books
I'm back to my old ways, I been
Alright, fuck it, I'm good
Send me that instrumental real quick
Which one? "What's Poppin'"
Alright, got you right now yessir, let's go
What's poppin'?
Just fucked my ex, I rawed it
Two X of the mushroom chocolate
Two X on neck, I'm frostbit
Stay dressin', no balsamic
Got commas, Comme des Garçons'd it
Cup got ice cubes like Compton
Chef Nobu, cook me raw fish
Long beards but the squad's not Amish
Just bosses, dropouts and convicts
Wallet's bigger than Chris Wallace
Dead presidents inside, it's haunted
Yellow tape where I'm from, stay cautious
Made mixtapes wearin' shirts with the horses
It's been a minute since I gave
A fuck about a critic's
Opinion but they keep on forgettin'
Where the bars went
Old-timers, damn, y'all got Alzheimer's?
Can't say what your subconscious think
Be honest y'all hate that I switch genres
Fuck models, switch condoms
Eat beef like McDonald's
Eat rappers, Jeff Dahmer
Top five of the young rhymers
Been sick, no virus
I'm an OG now, I do not pay homage
Look, I'm a Cleveland Cavalier
Drivin' foreign engineer
At the Fashion Week in Paris
Cinderella on my terrace
Glass slipper on the stairs
Ass fatter than Shakira's
I saw her live at the Super Bowl
I was in town for a movie role
Toosie Slide in the booty hole
Smokin' woods, eatin' tuna roll
Playing cards like it's Yu-Gi-Oh!
And I was only in the studio
I wake up, I'm moody, I roll up some fruity
That have more colors than a Coogi coat
I'm not a rapper that talk 'bout designer
But this is from Virgil and Louis, though
Inside my closet's a million options
I put on all black like a funeral
I hop out the plane in pajamas, I do
This shit daily, I don't even plan it, woah
What's poppin'?
Just fucked my ex, I rawed it
Two X of the mushroom chocolate
Two X on neck, I'm frostbit
Two eggs with cheese and sausage
I'm in bed, she fed me topless
Three X's next to the names of the last
Three hoes on my missed call list
Yeah, yeah, red eyes I can't see clear
Whoa, whoa, my brick so white, it glow
Damn, damn, she made an OnlyFans
Ugh, ugh, can't write my life in books
I'm back to my old ways, I been
Alright, fuck it, I'm good