Who He Think He Is Lyrics

Man these niggas got me fucked up, catch up

Doin' five with a stick, that's an And one, blam somethin

Bleedin' scenes like a tampon

Big chop, test a nigga like a Scantron

On my yezus, holy moly, bust down, rollie

All these bitches really on me, I do em' the coldest

If a nigga bold, it's time for havin' nigga rollin

Fight away with a Glock, bitch, I feel like Kobe

Niggas hate on the low, you wouldn't even know it

And these bitches love the game, bitch, we really chosen

Lean got me sleepy, bitch, I can't focus

Joy beam in the post, bitch, I'm through the post, I'm game

Yeah, and who we think it is

Johnny on my ass, lil' nigga, and I'm a plead the fifth

Load the stick, bullet, make her stand still like you took a pill

Look at the wrist, he ain't ballin', nigga, you on the bench

Crips in front of, dick in her stomach, make a bitch vomit

These niggas broke, yeah, no comment, to be honest

We got chops, stick like it's Benihana's

Bleed the scene, in balenciagas, rock and roll

We a big chopper, show stoppa

B-Bowl, Lottie, got more head than his body

Dome shot heem', self-made, don't need nobody

So cocky, big chop, it knock the soul out heem'

How you gon' sneak diss , me, I'm niggas role models

And she bouncing on the dick, hydraulics

Runnin' fast to a bag like a nigga Sonic

Big Mac, extra fries, no McDonald's

Ay, Maury, pull up in that Jag

Lookin' like a bag, got these niggas mad

And your bitch blow my trumpet like she playin' jazz

Red beam on the chop, bitch, we playin' tag

Turn around, bitch, let me hit it front and back

No cap, bitch, we in to that

Shot fired , we knockin' off niggas fitted hats

And she gon' toss it quick like a quarterback

Bullets make em' shit like he really got the runs

Should've knew niggas was fake from the fuckin' jump

Shout out the present, cause these niggas willy-willy lunch

Money stick with me like shoes and bubblegum

Usain' wit'a bag, watch a nigga run

Bitches get hit, then pass like blunts

Dunk yo' bitch like I'm LeBron

Stick, talk, you betta run, gang

Yeah, and who he think he is, split his wig

Woods got me lookin' like Jermey lin

I thought, fuck, she gettin' boot, Timberland

Money on my left, I got a stick in my other hand, yeah

Say hello to my little friend

I got bands and a rubber band

I don't want to shake your hand

A, band, be my favorite friend

Yeah, and who he think he is

Every time they see the kid, who he think he is

They like, who he think he is

Every time they see the drip, who he think he is, gang

Yeah, and who he think he is

Rauh, Rauh, Rauh, Rauh

Ay, it cost to live like this, you hear me

Gang