What's poppin' thun
What's poppin' thun
What's poppin' thun
What's poppin' thun

Nuttin' but that brand new shit
Nuttin' but that cash on the bed
It's nuttin' but that food, that bread
Nuttin' but my gun on your head

Smoke game Cambodian, doly in the Benz
Turnin up the sounds of 2006
This the future of rap, I'll give you a glimpse of this
So you can be ahead of the game, and impress your friends
Bumpy Johnson and Dutch Schultz, we blowin' up hoods
This is theme music my nig, you wake up to it
Get dressed, throw on your gun and Jacob to it
Ladies throw on they pumps and makeup to it
You can grill all you want
But when that light turn green, I'ma go from 0 to 60
In like 3-9, my thun told me shine baby shine
So I get it like I'm out of my mind
Man I did that already, I'm ahead of my time
I'm on some new shit now, if it ain't money I ain't budgin'
Cause my hammer do the buckin' over dumb shit
I gotta move right niggas want it with the kid
You can't touch me boy my roots is too thick
And run deep in the dirt, I'll give you the business
Well my crib say Welcome on the mat
So you can lay in the bushes, till your feet drenched
But you gon' have a hard time tryin' to find which one I'm in
And which state I'm in, P the fuckin' rocket man
Don't matter it's the hot shit, for that moment
P shit is timeless, he keep goin'

Nuttin' but that brand new shit
Nuttin' but that cash on the bed
It's nuttin' but that food, that bread
Nuttin' but my gun on your head

Nuttin' but that brand new shit
Nuttin' but that cash on the bed
It's nuttin' but that food, that bread
Nuttin' but my gun on your head

A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist
You better check the files
Mixed with the A-L-C