What's Poppin'? Rap God in Bitch hop on board, Green Goblin Two guns, I'm trained like Thomas Two words, nicknamed Klay Thompson These niggas keep grilling Catch bullets, Chad Johnson I ain't gotta contact no body Tech N9ne's with me like Hopsin Boy, you better have Batman with you Cause yo' ass gonna die if you think you Robin Don't twist it, don't pull it I don't play games no Bop it Give it to him through the window, Sonics Back up or get smoked, no chronic One shot, hit his top, when it pop Bet he drop, for the op, in the box, fuck boxing No camel, no flodgin' No need to cap like Colin Been balling, like Carmen Y'all knew dude, had a pack like ramen Use to ride past 12 like Stockton Pole on me every time they stopped em' Learned lessons, gave guidance Don't be sorry, let's be sovereign I'm bombing, Bin Laden They pausing, rewinding I'll never sell my soul, I'm way to solid, I won't sign it Can't listen to these bullshit rappers, I'll get bored like ramen I'll kill your favorite rapper easy like he came from Compton Mixed bitch on my dick, concoction I'm talking meet, no conference Bad bitch go crazy, Jocelyn Moon in the star, Islamic Might slide on her no Bonnie Screwing these hoes, no hydrant Go in on them, no compass No QB, I got options I could make your bitch moan Shawty wanna dip, I been balling like Jim Jones Playing Lil Wayne, Carter 3, Lollipop in the drop Watch your bitch getting licked on Get her back broke then the bitch getting sent home Limping like she getting her pimp on Get tough, one call Get dropped so fast my nigga that's a Sprint phone I'm the one they quit on Thought they was better off without me something must've went wrong 40 on my hip bone, clip long, dick long Shawty I go harder than the Flintstones I was tipping off the flip phone Made it to the end zone Could've sold my soul, could've been owned I ain't gotta make a diss song I'm a really bully on the beat these rappers getting picked on Way before all of this rapping I was slanging them pounds, no dapping No hats allowed, no capping Are you starving or you fasting? My bitch is fancy, your money funny like Jamie And you niggas lamer than Braxton You must be stupid if you gotta rapper in mind that you pick over me like a caption Sauce on em', give them a napkin I'm known to snap like Sebastian I'm out this world, I'm galactic I'm talking different, no accent I'm talking fire, no dragon I'm not really into bragging but Every line I do right is dope Drugs in my tablet, aspirin If you ever get outta pocket, you better be Lamar Jackson He licking blood, he got cracked with the ratchet You know exactly what's brackin' He got hit with the stick, it ain't Madden If they wanna trip then I'm packing The free throw we shoot if they hacking Bitch I been catching niggas in traffic First nigga act tough I'm whack him Round of applause, I'm clapping Undertaker when I'm blasting The beef with me come with a casket My bullets flipping, Gymnastics Turns his circle to a fraction Man this shits so easy I'm laughing Bitch you know who the best stop asking Rap God