What's Poppin (Intro)

I'm on my Memphis shit right now

Yo, Dolph, the summer's yours, young ****

My **** DJ Scream

'Bout to be a classic

They ask me what's the difference between me

And the rest of these ****

(That's easy)

I ain't shit like the rest of these ****

(Hell, nah)

Fuck these ****, I ain't got no sympathy

Time I flex on these ****

If you ain't worth a half a mill' you can't stand next to me, ****

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

It's that High Class Skreet Music 4 (High Class Street Music)

American Gangster shit

HoodRichin'

They ask me what's the difference between me

And the rest of these ****

(That's easy)

I ain't shit like the rest of these ****

(Hell, nah)

Fuck these ****, I ain't got no sympathy

Time I flex on these ****

If you ain't worth a half a mill' you can't stand next to me, ****

You damn right, yup, I let the skreets get the best of me, ****

Got a hundred bands on me and that TEC with me, ****

Uh-huh, that's why I walk like this, style on these ****

And I talk like this (Hey), ha, got another coupe and went and blowed

Another thirty on my wrist

Had forty racks on me same day I met 2 Chainz

Quarter million dollar **** before I ever met Gucci Mane

**** better go back and listen to that Welcome to Dolph World

(It's Dolph)

Everything I got, bitch, I got it on my own

Everybody keep askin' what's up with me and Yo Gotti

Fuck all that, let's talk about that new Porsche I'm ridin'

I'm gettin' money, they gettin' money

That's the end of that, y'all know how this Memphis shit be

You doin' your own thing then they don't wanna see you eat

Damn, but you know me, I'm in the streets

Just killed a fifty pack of strong and still killin' Squeeky beats

It's 'bout to be a hot summer, lotta money, no sleep

Real **** what's poppin'

Bad bitches what's poppin'

Put your hand down, you ain't bad, bitch, stop it

Hustlers what's poppin'

Gangsters what's poppin'

Keep one in the chamber, nah, I ain't gotta cock it

Daddy-o, what's poppin'? You know how we rockin'

You know we love the streets, my ****

But we gotta stop it

(For real) Your mama sick and she need you out here, dog

So I be damned if I let these streets take you out here, dog

Hell, nah (Hell, nah)

You like my big brother (For real)

Your mama like my mama (I love you, ****)

My mama like your mama (For real)

You call my daddy Pops

We almost died together, plus a lot of shit I can't talk about

(Damn) American Gangster, ****

They thought I was playin' when I told 'em

We was trappin' out the mansion, ****

Stupid crip in Woodland Hills, I did that a long time ago

(Dope Boy) Real ****, what's poppin'?

Bad bitches, what's poppin'?

Paper Route, what's poppin'?

American Gangster, scream, Paper Route, what's poppin'

DJ Scream, OG Big Wicked, this the blueprint to get you some more

For the money this summer, ****

(High Class Street Music)