ME THATS WHO
I been doing
This aint nothing new
Everywhere I go
Every hood I go
Who gone get this money homie
Me thats who
Whos moving state to state homie
Me thats who
Who gone put that work in homie
Me thats who
Who gone get the job done
Me thats who
Do my dirt all on my lonely
No co d
No homie
No road d
Im a og
I go b
For sho b
I was born alone
Gone die alone
So i ball alone
Get fly alone
If you owe me
I O.D
For more cheese
My iron blowing
Im a gangsta
But im lowkey
Im a rider homes
I'll slide ya homes
Fuck with banga
Lose your whole street
My mind is gone
My time is on
Get you banged up
For a O.Z
When the line is drawn
I'll line up pawns
Get your gang touched
In these cold streets
And thats minor homes
And thats on the V
I was born to be
A provider homes
None liver homes
Theres no sleep
Bred with lions tigers no sheep
From the finest homes
Im a giant homes
You vaginas
Take a close peak
Im on a higher throne
When the sire zone
I get flamed up
Down to both feet
Just admire homes
Im so g
Haaaaa
Who gone get this money homie
Me thats who
Whos moving state to state homie
Me thats who
Who gone put that work in homie
Me thats who
Who gone get the job done
Me thats who
Im ya big homies
Big homie
Notorious
Like big homie
Ya click phonie
Be a gonna bitch
Cause im known to spit
When that fifth on me
Ya bitch on me
Cause I go and get
And you known to sit
And that shits corny
California bricks
To Corona shit
Im known to trip
Sick the whip on you
I'll whip on you
Put chips on you
Eat your food
Put the zipper on you
Put the blicker on you
If you getting food
This ain't even new
I'll put the killers on you
When im breezing through
Have that scriller on you
This vill will scorn ya
I feel to warn ya
Play with mines
Its banging time
I aint playing slime
Your kids will mourn you
This gangsta shit
Aint in its on you
You play with it
I stay with it
Lay you out
In broadlight
Then stay tight
For that state visit
If it ain't business
I ain't with it
Aint the best
I ain't did it
Major checks
Or a digit
Get layed to rest
Or face stitches
Haaaaa
Who gone get this money homie
Me thats who
Whos moving state to state homie
Me thats who
Who gone put that work in homie
Me thats who
Who gone get the job done
Me thats who
This aint nothing new
Everywhere I go
Every hood I go
Who gone get this money homie
Me thats who
Whos moving state to state homie
Me thats who
Who gone put that work in homie
Me thats who
Who gone get the job done
Me thats who
Do my dirt all on my lonely
No co d
No homie
No road d
Im a og
I go b
For sho b
I was born alone
Gone die alone
So i ball alone
Get fly alone
If you owe me
I O.D
For more cheese
My iron blowing
Im a gangsta
But im lowkey
Im a rider homes
I'll slide ya homes
Fuck with banga
Lose your whole street
My mind is gone
My time is on
Get you banged up
For a O.Z
When the line is drawn
I'll line up pawns
Get your gang touched
In these cold streets
And thats minor homes
And thats on the V
I was born to be
A provider homes
None liver homes
Theres no sleep
Bred with lions tigers no sheep
From the finest homes
Im a giant homes
You vaginas
Take a close peak
Im on a higher throne
When the sire zone
I get flamed up
Down to both feet
Just admire homes
Im so g
Haaaaa
Who gone get this money homie
Me thats who
Whos moving state to state homie
Me thats who
Who gone put that work in homie
Me thats who
Who gone get the job done
Me thats who
Im ya big homies
Big homie
Notorious
Like big homie
Ya click phonie
Be a gonna bitch
Cause im known to spit
When that fifth on me
Ya bitch on me
Cause I go and get
And you known to sit
And that shits corny
California bricks
To Corona shit
Im known to trip
Sick the whip on you
I'll whip on you
Put chips on you
Eat your food
Put the zipper on you
Put the blicker on you
If you getting food
This ain't even new
I'll put the killers on you
When im breezing through
Have that scriller on you
This vill will scorn ya
I feel to warn ya
Play with mines
Its banging time
I aint playing slime
Your kids will mourn you
This gangsta shit
Aint in its on you
You play with it
I stay with it
Lay you out
In broadlight
Then stay tight
For that state visit
If it ain't business
I ain't with it
Aint the best
I ain't did it
Major checks
Or a digit
Get layed to rest
Or face stitches
Haaaaa
Who gone get this money homie
Me thats who
Whos moving state to state homie
Me thats who
Who gone put that work in homie
Me thats who
Who gone get the job done
Me thats who
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Writer(s): Tyrone Lamel Robinson
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