What’s Poppin Remix (What’s Gucci)

[Chorus] 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 [Verse] 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'? [Chorus] 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?