Who I Am
Uh, Uh, Uh
Ol' pussyahjitongang, you dig?
Uh
That boy be fried, know I'm too fye (Uh huh)
This is who I am, I pay 2 dollars for my gram
Know I'm pushin' back yo fam, Rest In Peace yo Uncle Sam
No my net worth not a grand, I'm sellin' drugs I made a band
Rest In Peace Hot, not like the sand, bitch I'm The Ber know who I am
Bitch I'm gettin' too and I'm The Ber I'm not Lil Drew (Lil Drew)
Yeah we're not bool, I don't know you, tote 20 poles and 16 tools
I'm in Guatemala, bitch I'm movin' hella za
Bitch I'm pourin' up a 4 and on my waist I keep the fye
Keep on Fuckin' wit The Ber wit all that dumb shit, you gon die
I just been steppin' on they necks, they cry for mama, why you try?
I'm like Obama, wear a tie
Bitch you like guys, I call you fly
All that gay lil shit you doin', must just fuck around you bi
Bitch I'm in Dubai, I'm wit my woes, I'm wit the guys
I'm flyin' private in da sky
I'm dis Rolls, I'm gettin' fried
Aye you a pussy in disguise
Duckin', dodgin', why you hide?
That boy be fried, know I'm too fye, that boy be fried know I'm too fye (Uh huh)
Blah
Ol' pussyahjitongang, you dig?
Uh
That boy be fried, know I'm too fye (Uh huh)
This is who I am, I pay 2 dollars for my gram
Know I'm pushin' back yo fam, Rest In Peace yo Uncle Sam
No my net worth not a grand, I'm sellin' drugs I made a band
Rest In Peace Hot, not like the sand, bitch I'm The Ber know who I am
Bitch I'm gettin' too and I'm The Ber I'm not Lil Drew (Lil Drew)
Yeah we're not bool, I don't know you, tote 20 poles and 16 tools
I'm in Guatemala, bitch I'm movin' hella za
Bitch I'm pourin' up a 4 and on my waist I keep the fye
Keep on Fuckin' wit The Ber wit all that dumb shit, you gon die
I just been steppin' on they necks, they cry for mama, why you try?
I'm like Obama, wear a tie
Bitch you like guys, I call you fly
All that gay lil shit you doin', must just fuck around you bi
Bitch I'm in Dubai, I'm wit my woes, I'm wit the guys
I'm flyin' private in da sky
I'm dis Rolls, I'm gettin' fried
Aye you a pussy in disguise
Duckin', dodgin', why you hide?
That boy be fried, know I'm too fye, that boy be fried know I'm too fye (Uh huh)
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Writer(s): Cooper Cosentino
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