Who Is He?

Turban round my neck
They like who is he
I been making money I just stay lowkey
Running up them digits like I'm Master P
Smoke one to the face now I cant feel a thing

Choppas many choppas
Yeah we point it at your face
We point it at the oppas
Boy you know you is a rat
You sing just like that opera
Told my brothers no new niggas
I dont want them around us they cant stop us

Mad men
Im the type to throw you
In the trash can
Im the type to make it
You the type to talk about back then
Told my momma imma make it
I cant be no has been
Yeah yeah
I cant be no aye

Billion dollar nigga
I promise imma get one
Bitches in my DMs close my eyes I might pick one
Clout glasses on yeah they put me in my zone
Imma take my brother side
If he right or wrong

Turban round my neck
They like who is he
I been making money I just stay lowkey
Running up them digits like I'm Master P
Smoke one to the face now I cant feel a thing

Choppas many choppas
Yeah we point it at your face
We point it at the oppas
Boy you know you is a rat
You sing just like that opera
Told my brothers no new niggas
I dont want them around us they cant stop us

Turban round my neck
They like who is he
I been making money I just stay lowkey
Running up them digits like Im Master P

Thats probably why these niggas envy me
I dont let that lame shit get to me
I be smoking gas I dont sip no lean
Wanna see my face up on these magazines

He cant fuck with me thats blasphemy
I'll little boy that nigga hang him off the balcony
Bitch I'm high as hell off the earth I feel like Hermes
Middle finger up to any bitch who tried to curve me
Oh her booty fat
Oh my god it look like Kirby

Heard Im getting money
Oh my god they wanna hurt me
Heard I'm getting money
Oh my god she wanna slurp me
Hop up in my coupe and I go fast
Im getting sturdy

Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Khiry Patterson
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