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Who That Be

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Who That Be

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Yo' bitch on me but you can never do nothing

'Cause yo' momma raised a pussy

Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but

Close my eyes 'cause 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 ridin' in the backseat on a killin' spree

Wait, who that be, ready on the count of 3

Squeeze the G, leave the scene

Bouncin' like the trampoline

Gettin' bread, earn income (man)

Spent it on this Balmain

Working all night I might run into the Batman

I don't see no such thing as a mothe'fuckin' bro, mane

You ain't fuckin' 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

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