Who

Who's that, Who's this
Who's that, please tell 'em I'm the shit
Who's that, Who's this (aye yeah aye, bow)
Who's that, please tell 'em I'm the shit
Who's that, Who's this
Who's that, please tell 'em I'm the shit
Who's that, Who's this
Who's that, please tell 'em I'm the shit

I ain't makin' space for shit
My life came in second place when I was safe with it
But that won't always be the case, cause bitch I'm racin'
I been on autopilot just to tie up all my laces
I can't really trust you, cause you be fake shit (okay bitch)
Lookin' like a billion, I hop up off a spaceship
Ain't never basic, it's been a celebration
I can't get enough, I give these bitches inspiration
I don't mind you
But I ain't behind you
We ain't on the telephone, so we don't need to try to
Cause we in different areas
That we been assigned to
I'm a lil' different than them bitches that excite you
I been in the kitchen and we kickin' it like ice do
Guess I paid the price and now these bitches do what I do
B-B-But when they open up they mouth, they show they IQs
I'm too blessed, now I'm flyin' in a nice coupe (okay, whew)

Who's that, fuck her, she reckless (reckless)
She said she out from Texas (Texas)
Don't stress, don't fret, don't press shit (press shit)
Got a G.E.M around her muhfuckin' necklace (necklace)
Who's that, fuck her, she reckless (reckless)
She said she out from Texas (Texas)
Don't stress, don't fret, don't press shit (press shit)
Got a G.E.M around her muhfuckin' necklace (necklace)
Necklace, necklace, necklace
(Who's that)
Necklace, necklace, necklace

You really could use a shape up
The way I'm hittin' these layups
I'm winnin', its back to back, so I promise you I won't taper
And basically, I'm a goddess
You bitches is actin' faker than titties
Sittin' 'round like some bitties
Honestly bein' me is running you hoes in a tizzy
I don't check for nobody
Bitch, I don't check in the city
Yeah I know from out here
No, they ain't fuckin' with me
So much time been allotted, but still they attitude shitty
But sure, it's still 50 50
Um, but can you hoes get off my back
I know you look to me because I got some shit you lack
I never understand it, cause all you bitches wack
If I'm being very candid, they askin' who is that
She is me
I popped up at your function and now I wanna leave
I'm smokin' on some ganja, this shit makin' me see
All you bitches on some dumb shit
I'm finna catch some z's (bitch)

(Cause really I'ma G)
(He wanna cuff me like police)
(To fuck with me it cost a fee)
(I'll make these bitches kiss the ring)
Who's that, Who's this
Who's that, please tell 'em I'm the shit
Who's that, Who's this
Who's that, please tell 'em I'm the shit



Credits
Writer(s): Evelyn Duvall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link