Who Is Me?

Who is me naw who is you
She threw wit me naw bitch I'm threw wit you
I'm bout my green but my money blue
Nigga clear the scene I'm comin thru
You gone have to sound the alarm
I'm blowin' up like a bomb
You know the shit that I'm on
Oms I'm where I belong
Niggas won't call the police
But tell they business on they songs
Type of shit won't happen to me
Cuz I don't even fuck wit y'all

I'm goin up like gas prices
I'm blowin' up get the gas and light it
You my son I'm ya daddy likely
You might hate me but ya mamma like me
Yea She bad but imma hit it real soon
Street sweeper hit her ass wit the broom
Kids be playing hit her ass in the room
She love it when I hit her wit the boom
Naw you ain't my friend and naw you can't sit at my table
I keep a side on our brothers look how Kane did Abel
Bitches invite a nigga over and don't have cable
Niggas love to beef wit niggas on the net they gay bro
Niggas want handouts I'm the typa nigga take a piss while hands out
Nigga I'm the man i don't give a fuck if a bitch got a man now
Oh you a fan feeling like Martin get to steppin like Pam now
Nigga imma cash cow getting to The bag now
Niggas try me it's a motherfucking man down

Who is me naw who is you
She threw wit me naw bitch I'm threw wit you
I'm bout my green but my money blue
Nigga clear the scene I'm comin thru
You gone have to sound the alarm
I'm blowin' up like a bomb
You know the shit that I'm on
Oms I'm where I belong
Niggas won't call the police
But tell they business on they songs
Type of shit won't happen to me
Cuz I don't even fuck wit y'all

Niggas love to type away but don't got nothing to say
Niggas in the crib all day and they still suck at 2k
Imma be my on boss one day promise imma get paid
Dior my flesh can't wear nun less I'm winter fresh like some glade
Niggas got cash but don't show it
Bitches got ass but don't throw it
Im getting this bag an I know
I can't be dumb and just blow it
I can't be broke and unemployed
It's bout money then I'm for it
Niggas love to clown and talk down a nigga but still drive a Ford Taurus
Green cash yellow gold red bottoms feeling like a stoplight
Big rats big snakes big bufords dats what them cops like
Cute face Big ass big tits but what that top like
Big goals big dreams big boss gotta get my guap right

Who is me naw who is you
She threw wit me naw bitch I'm threw wit you
I'm bout my green but my money blue
Nigga clear the scene I'm comin thru
You gon have to sound the alarm
I'm blowin' up like a bomb
You know the shit that I'm on
Oms I'm where I belong
Niggas won't call the police
But tell they business on they songs
Type of shit won't happen to me
Cuz I don't even fuck wit y'all



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Stokes
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