Intro: Jack Harlow & Machine Gun Kelly 
Yo what up man? 
Send me that instrumental real quick 
Which one? 
"What's Poppin'" 
Alright got you right now 
Yessir, let's go 

Chorus 
What's poppin'? 
Just fucked my ex, I rawed it 
Two X in the mushroom chocolate 
Two X on neck, I'm frostbit 
Stay dressin', no balsamic 
Got commas Comme des Garcon'd it 
Cup got ice cubes like Compton 
Chef Nobu, cook me raw fish 

Verse 
Long beards but the squad's not Amish 
Just bosses, dropouts and convicts 
Wallets bigger than Chris Wallace 
Dead presidents inside, it's haunted 
Yellow tape where I'm from, stay cautious 
Made mixtapes wearin' shirts with the horses 
It's been a minute since I gave a fuck about a critic's 
Opinion but they keep on forgettin' where the bars went 
Old-timers, damn, y'all got Alzheimer's? 
Can't say what your subconscious think 
Be honest y'all hate that I switch genres 
Fuck models, switch condoms 
Eat beef like McDonald's 
Eat rappers, Jeff Dahmer 
Top five of the young rhymers 
Been sick, no virus 
I'm an OG now, I do not pay homage 
Look, I'm a Cleveland Cavalier 
Drivin' foreign engineer 
At the Fashion Week in Paris 
Cinderella on my terrace 
Glass slipper on the stairs 
Ass fatter than Shakira's 
I saw her live at the Super Bowl 
I was in town for a movie role 
Toosie Slide in the booty hole 
Smokin' woods, eatin' tuna roll
Playing cards like its Yu-Gi-Oh!
And I was only in the studio
I wake up, I'm moody, I roll up some fruity
That have more colors than a Coogi coat
I'm not a rapper that talk 'bout designer
But this is from Virgil and Louis though
Inside my closet's a million options, I put on all black like a funeral
I hop out the plane in pajamas, I do this shit daily, I don't even plan it, woah

Chorus
What's poppin'?
Just fucked my ex, I rawed it
Two X in the mushroom chocolate
Two X on neck, I'm frostbit
Two eggs with cheese and sausage on the bed, she fed me topless

Outro
Three X's next to the names of the last three hoes on my missed call list, yeah
Yeah, red eyes I can't see clear, whoa
Whoa, my bricks so white, they glow, damn
Damn, she made an OnlyFans, ugh
Ugh, can't write my life in books
I'm back to my old ways, I been—
Alright, fuck it I'm good