WHO? Lyrics

Them drugs come cheap to me, I'm flipping 'em easily

I'm moving 'em sea to sea, I'm moving 'em land to land

I got the piece with me, but we could go hand to hand, yeah

I'm finna delete the bitch, she fucking up all of my plans, yeah

I ain't gonna pass no gun if you don't shoot it with the right stance

You ain't rock that KNZ, you not my mans

Its triple 3, bitch we clear the scene they snipe you where you stand

Yo bitch texting me, she always tryna see where the fuck I am

Damn, do you know who the fuck I am

Damn, got the royal flush inside my hand

Damn, your bitch text me, said come over if I can

Damn, I ain't got the time, girl hit your man

Damn, I need some time to myself, I swear it's been months

It's an infestation, roaches from my blunts

Ain't no hesitation, pull that strap at once

Yeah, they talk like graduation, how they throw that cap around

Bet your back against my bat is gonna make a nasty sound

They pull up fast, trigger fingers spaz, crazy blastin' rounds

Hit you in your head, no they ain't wasting no ammo on your house

Fuck the feds, never trust a word out of they mouth

No you can't dress, why in the fuck are you wearing that mismatch

You got somebody in your crew that's rattin' on you, better fix that

We leaving no witness, my pistol like Pippen got 33 rounds in the stick mag

You know that we pulling up handling business, muhfucka, yeah, you better get back

Yeah them green tic-tacs make you relax

I was clean for a while, but I relapsed

Put my hood up over the ski mask

If I smack your boy, he gon' take a nap

But when we leave him sleep, he ain't coming back

Yeah, psilocybin dreams, I have fun with that

Yeah, hematite up on my rings, punch you and they crack

Yeah, I done seen some messy things, but I don't talk 'bout that

My secrets are for me to keep, I don't trust you with that

Yeah we slide right down your street and then we double back

Double back, we raided yo funds, then I doubled that

Uh, yeah, we raided yo spot, now it's one to none

Uh, you ain't got no chops, that's a bubble gun

Aye, why in the fuck is yo thot calling me honeybun

Aye, you ain't get no damn guap, cause you fucking dumb

You could even ask my pops, I've been troublesome

Huh, do you know who the fuck I am

Damn, got the royal flush inside my hand

Uh, she said come over and I told her ain't no chance

Damn, I gotta work on these songs and get these bands