Who That Be

歌詞

Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing Cuz yo momma raised a pussy Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but Close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy God damn bitch, I don't smoke no gas I don't pop no Xans hella cake I just need that ass don't worry bout no mans Look at me, look at he, you don't wanna fuck with we Hit the streets roll on me, you gon end up in the sea 7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3 Squeeze the G, leave the scene Bouncin like the trampoline Getting bread earn income (man) Spend it on this Balmain Working all night I might run into the Bat(man) I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick And I don't give a fuck hit em with the damn dicks Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me All these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass sea Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD I don't really give a fuck no more b Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix Pull up on a fuckin enemy, 3rd degree Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib bitch) And leave the fuckin country with the brick (loudpack) I'd call the cops on myself if I can, (if I can) This shit too crazy need the fuckin ambulance (ambulance) Don't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt) Got all this money but these bitches unimpressed (yea, yea, yea) Getting bread earn income (man) Spend it on this Balmain Working all night I might run into the Bat(man) I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane 7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3 Squeeze the G, leave the scene Bouncin like the trampoline Yeah