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Wats Poppin Video (MV)




Performed By: El Shoota
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Tyler Jones




El Shoota - Wats Poppin Lyrics
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What's poppin', what's happening
Whenever I'm on the scene, Bitch, you won't never catch me lacking
Thirty-two some shots for Ann nigga wanna get jazzy
Doing all that pump faking
Knowin yeen gon' score no basket
I came dressed as a sheep but they know I'm a shark
Better be ready to f*ckin die come round tryna be hard
Plenty toys and ammunition
Ain't tryna f*ckin box
Call Jeffery, bring a bucket
Plenty blood to mop
I shook hands with all them niggas that said
They want me gone
Lotta people speculating, tryna see what I'm on
Like how they speaking on the half,
That they don't f*cking know
All that jibba jabba bout some love, I'm tryna off a bow
Already offed your bitch
That shit crazy how I'm f*cking on the opposite
But I ain't got no opposition
I don't f*ck with none of you niggas, lil bitch, I'm the villain
Tb dog-ass shoota , they let me the kennel
What's poppin', what's happening
All the shit I seen, it done turn me Randy savage
Want it, bet I get it, I'ma take it
Bet I grab it
Don't play with your life, cause you can end up in that casket
What's poppin', what's happening
Whenever I'm on the scene
Bitch , you won't never catch me lacking
Thirty-two some shots for Ann nigga wanna get jazzy
Doing all that pump faking
Knowin yeen gon' score no basket
What's poppin', what's happening
Whenever I'm on the scene
Bitch, you won't never catch me lacking
Niggas tryna step to shoota better go practice
F*ck round found out, why I'm the number one draft pick
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English

What's poppin', what's happening
Whenever I'm on the scene, Bitch, you won't never catch me lacking
Thirty-two some shots for Ann nigga wanna get jazzy
Doing all that pump faking
Knowin yeen gon' score no basket
I came dressed as a sheep but they know I'm a shark
Better be ready to f*ckin die come round tryna be hard
Plenty toys and ammunition
Ain't tryna f*ckin box
Call Jeffery, bring a bucket
Plenty blood to mop
I shook hands with all them niggas that said
They want me gone
Lotta people speculating, tryna see what I'm on
Like how they speaking on the half,
That they don't f*cking know
All that jibba jabba bout some love, I'm tryna off a bow
Already offed your bitch
That shit crazy how I'm f*cking on the opposite
But I ain't got no opposition
I don't f*ck with none of you niggas, lil bitch, I'm the villain
Tb dog-ass shoota , they let me the kennel
What's poppin', what's happening
All the shit I seen, it done turn me Randy savage
Want it, bet I get it, I'ma take it
Bet I grab it
Don't play with your life, cause you can end up in that casket
What's poppin', what's happening
Whenever I'm on the scene
Bitch , you won't never catch me lacking
Thirty-two some shots for Ann nigga wanna get jazzy
Doing all that pump faking
Knowin yeen gon' score no basket
What's poppin', what's happening
Whenever I'm on the scene
Bitch, you won't never catch me lacking
Niggas tryna step to shoota better go practice
F*ck round found out, why I'm the number one draft pick
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Writer: Tyler Jones
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