[Jack Harlow & Machine Gun Kelly]
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 in the mushroom chocolate
Two X on neck, I´m frostbit
Stay dressin´, no balsamic
Got commas Comme des Garcon´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
Wallets 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 its 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 in the mushroom chocolate
Two X on neck, I´m frostbit
Two eggs with cheese and sausage on the 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 bricks so white, they 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