Yeah, what up?
Im tryna put my dick inside of your panties, yeah
And then I take this shit for granted
Im at Rolling Loud, right there, rolling out
Smokin Backwoods and holdin bae
I was gettin protected by my savages
Yellow school buses, thats a Xanny
Causin me to sleep and I aint plan it 
I got some jobs all day 
Roll out the jar all day 
I be on Mars all day 
Im with the stars all day, uh 
Boss all day 
Roll up the raw all day 
Babysit your dog all day 
Bout to watch you jog all day
Like family dont matter
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real Tommy gun
I dropped a milli on my chain like I know Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like Im from Amazon, uh
Glaze that ass like a candle honey, uh
Ferragamo shower shoes for me, uh
Lightbulb, neck got jewels on it, uh
Like an old school, I got some pull, dont I?
Huh?
Sayin, abracadabra
Abracadabra, kill all you bastards
I dont want no wrassle
The bread ambassador
No nothin else matter to him
Im ballin like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
Im in a Ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me like I got my Masters
Fubu Platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum and up, Im killin these bastards
Like family dont matter
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
Country Billy made a couple milli
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Piccadilly
Oh, he had a couple stripes actually 
Got another half a milli in white tees, of course 
Dont you take this shit for granted, dont you panic
When I put my D in your pants, dont you panic
When I catch up with your bitch, you know Im smashin
I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head gasket
You gotta tell me whats wrong
I cant wait to deep stroke to the mornin
Bout to put my dick in your mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever Im on one
I thank the red doll, so I whip my bum bum
Im bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum 
Im chasin all of these rats like I was Tom, yeah
But it aint even matter, I was tryna kill these bastards
Like family dont matter
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
Im fuckin with you
Yeah, you know Im fuckin with you
Still got the factories on my coupe
Lately, I been lazin, blamin blue
I kept that bag, swoo
Im hidin a futu
My pitbull blue, too
My carpet wool, too
My bitch out Dallas, Im a maverick
My ear got karats on it
But none of that shit dont matter, I was tryna kill them bastards
Like family dont matter
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal? 
 Whats poppin, whats the deal?