Who Is U
Aye i'm ready
I'm heavy my nigga
This shit can get deadly
I caught Michael Myers without his machete
I catch niggas slippin surpise like confetti
Screamin fuck yaw niggas feelin like Webby
You aint my comp if you aint my reflection
Go get yo weight up i can't feel you pressin
Ain't got no bitch give a fuck bout us textin
Know i ain't shit you can ask all my ex's
My apartment where my best friend stayed then fuck her best friend like what can i say
Got no faith in this love shit today
Go head and ask i ain't got much to say
Wouldn't move so i started pushin
Made it to the kitchen started fuckin cookin
Last time they seen me wasn't nothin to me
But i love to work when no one's fuckin lookin
You said you that nigga that's not you
Hot wit the black flames amatarasu
Bitch you could never fill my shoes
Nigga know i'm it know i got you
I let you pass don't you test me
That shit that you talk don't impress me
Yo bitch was wet soon as she met me
So i played in her water like jeski
You niggas never be high as this
Plus the gas in my face boy i'm high as shit
Fuck Trump tell congress i fired em
Think his wife was a pornstar
I found a clip DAMN
She might gotta come out retirement even though lord knows she ain't my type i'd just
Do it to say that i did it no Nike shit
Typa shit, might be why niggas don't like me
It's coo, swear that it's coo
Niggas be mad but can't fuck up my mood
Yo life like a movie mine more a cartoon
Go on some adventures come home still be coo
Do what i want cuz who stoppin the dude
Pop out the whip like what's poppin wit you
Most niggas get caught but i'm still on the loose
Speakin of that my next hit be on you
You ain't nobody don't touch me who is you
Old bitch be textin my phone like I miss you
KFL on my hoodie official
Sorry I don't think shit really fit you
Smokin that that gas in my crib it get cloudy
Me n my niggas we Scotty too hotty
Bitch cross the room got her lookin she like me
She tryna fuck n I told that bitch prolli
She like to party she gon off that molly
Told me her name Hannah but eyes jus like Miley
Can tell how she fuck me she tryna be wifey tho
She know it ain't no one else like me i got it bro
Not need a Hook for this
Not overlookin this
I got em shook you should prolli start bookin it
Sweet but ain't no fuckin wit me you pushin it
Nigga i put in work you should've took a shift nigga
I'm heavy my nigga
This shit can get deadly
I caught Michael Myers without his machete
I catch niggas slippin surpise like confetti
Screamin fuck yaw niggas feelin like Webby
You aint my comp if you aint my reflection
Go get yo weight up i can't feel you pressin
Ain't got no bitch give a fuck bout us textin
Know i ain't shit you can ask all my ex's
My apartment where my best friend stayed then fuck her best friend like what can i say
Got no faith in this love shit today
Go head and ask i ain't got much to say
Wouldn't move so i started pushin
Made it to the kitchen started fuckin cookin
Last time they seen me wasn't nothin to me
But i love to work when no one's fuckin lookin
You said you that nigga that's not you
Hot wit the black flames amatarasu
Bitch you could never fill my shoes
Nigga know i'm it know i got you
I let you pass don't you test me
That shit that you talk don't impress me
Yo bitch was wet soon as she met me
So i played in her water like jeski
You niggas never be high as this
Plus the gas in my face boy i'm high as shit
Fuck Trump tell congress i fired em
Think his wife was a pornstar
I found a clip DAMN
She might gotta come out retirement even though lord knows she ain't my type i'd just
Do it to say that i did it no Nike shit
Typa shit, might be why niggas don't like me
It's coo, swear that it's coo
Niggas be mad but can't fuck up my mood
Yo life like a movie mine more a cartoon
Go on some adventures come home still be coo
Do what i want cuz who stoppin the dude
Pop out the whip like what's poppin wit you
Most niggas get caught but i'm still on the loose
Speakin of that my next hit be on you
You ain't nobody don't touch me who is you
Old bitch be textin my phone like I miss you
KFL on my hoodie official
Sorry I don't think shit really fit you
Smokin that that gas in my crib it get cloudy
Me n my niggas we Scotty too hotty
Bitch cross the room got her lookin she like me
She tryna fuck n I told that bitch prolli
She like to party she gon off that molly
Told me her name Hannah but eyes jus like Miley
Can tell how she fuck me she tryna be wifey tho
She know it ain't no one else like me i got it bro
Not need a Hook for this
Not overlookin this
I got em shook you should prolli start bookin it
Sweet but ain't no fuckin wit me you pushin it
Nigga i put in work you should've took a shift nigga
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Writer(s): Cameren Jackson
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