lex bratcher - whats poppin (jack harlow freeverse) lyrics
[verse]
hah, what’s poppin’? (puda, you the goat, boy)
everybody doin’ this so i had to do it too, i ain’t really have no option
okay, lex, time to work, let’s clock in
top 10, my glock h+lla shots, pop+pop at the top of ya noggin
chop shop, dirty guap
if ma knocks, hide the money in exhaust pipe
n+gga, that’s a car bin
best dealer on the block, no option
hit ’em with an instant gram like i’m finna login, huh
i ain’t even spittin’, i’m coughin’
ice so cold, got me sleddin’ like toboggan (woo!)
watch how the watch don’t tick
n+gga try to rob me, gotta watch my six, huh
literally, i mean watch my six
’cause if 7 ate 9, then my 10 is gon’ sit
on the other side, yeah, got it on the right wrist
that’s the “right” wrist, just in case i’m feeling righteous
and i gotta grab the 9 with a tight fist, yes
wanna see the bracelet when he embrace his death
if you enter my area tryna bother mine
this is a warning for you n+ggas tryna cause a crime
you’ll fall and slide, be careful and walk in line
this ain’t a bar, this a mothaf+ckin’ caution sign
i wet him up, air him out, it’s a wash and dry
swipe a n+gga on his head, watch his thoughts decline
an awkward find to watch n+ggas fall in line
and cause a scene ’cause i said they rhymes cost a dime
they like, “lex needa go slow now”
okay, here i go
they gon’ really hit the eye roll ’cause i’m lit wherever i roll
i’ma ball like loronzo
drive by in a bronco
grab that thang, pull it back, pull it up like it was in the wrong hole
(+overlapping voices expressing disgust+)
hehe, i know, these n+ggas all cap like key typos
get my bread up ’cause i need my dough
off a bean getting high like fe+fi+fo
haters all hot ’cause the heat i wrote
make ’em ease when i speak, give a brief bio
hi, my name’s lex, i am “the idol”
i’ma slow the beat down so you can see my flow, like (uh)
get back, huh
all the money, finna get that, uh huh
me and my n+ggas shooting ars
bop+bop, we call that a “kickback”
eat the wealthy, call that a rich snack
shoutout to us, man, i’m so proud to be black
kick ya legs up and kick ya seat back
i’m about to take this sh+t political and speak facts, look
repeat, another black man lynched
the fact that we have to act like this doesn’t actually exist?
is f+ckin’ bogus and i’m tired, got me grabbin’ a fist
ready to swing at anyone who doesn’t have any sense
how you feel threatened when a man’s got his hands bound?
d+mn it, clowns, y’all so f+cking evil, gotta say it loud
wearing your red hats, hatred and all
lookin’ up to a man in office who doesn’t even give a f+ck about y’all
me to another black person, i’m like, “how?”
when we look at each other, we see the color and we smile
but when they look at us, man, they see the color and they frown
breaking into a house shooting 8 times when they was sleeping so sound
but if we “standing our ground”, then where the nra at?
gunshots, she thought the taser was aimed at his back
she gets a slap on the wrist, a f+ckin’ paid vacation
to k!ll the most black people, that’s their main plan of attack
you see some cops are all the enemies, entering the vicinity
k!lling every civilian for showing a little energy
shoot him once if he strugglin’
shoot him twice if you think that he’s gonna survive
and 3 times just to watch just how it feels to bleed
he’s crawling like a centipede on the tv, no censoring
turn off the channel because they cannot stand the obscenity (puda, you the goat, boy)
they have the ability to control the content they can see
but some of us feel like we got the same visions on— repeat
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