What’s Poppin Remix (What’s Gucci) By Joyner Lucas
What’s gucci? (Joyner)
Boston ***, 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 *** in 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 me the Benz
You in the crib and I’m here with the fans
My *** got *** like Pamela And’
And she wanna *** in a janitors 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 *** but I can get spiteful
I’m ’bouta *** this *** 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 aquainted regardless
Every *** I ever been with told me I’m heartless
I don’t trust a single ***, 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 *** exhausted, I was done with the talkin’
I was workin’ night 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 *** *** relentless
I been dead, I ain’t put you niggas to bed yet
The bed wet, this a wet dream of wet *** for rednecks
Why am I not allowed to feel, to feel free?
I learned from God, what ever will just will be
I bet you prolly wanna ***, to *** me
The cops who killed Breonna Taylor still free
And George Floyd who’d prolly *** to still breathe
How many black lives did they *** to *** me?
I protest but we still feel no real peace
I hear no relief, I still don’t feel free
And man I ain’t *** the rules
Got *** up hair with some *** up screws
***, please don’t put me in a *** up mood
Got twenty-nine, so we play duck, duck, goose
Better jump up, move ‘fore I bump rush
Niggas get locked up too in a *** up mood
I don’t even trust me, why the *** trust you?
Three deep in your crib like a drug-bust, one plus two, ***
I’m with the fam
***, you a pig and I don’t *** with no ham
All of y’all that sleepin’, I’m tuckin’ you in
I build 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)
*** is you sayin’?
What’s gucci? (Joyner)
Boston ***, 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?