Who Dat Is
When I come on, they like who that is?
I'm too clever, I'm too savage
Feed the broke, 'cause they too sad, bitch
Throwin' bullets, we too madden
Gettin' high in this new fashion
Gettin' high like bitch, who matters?
I don't know, you don't know who that is?
Who matter?
We going up like bitch, who matters?
I got my chop and a new letter
I got my chop in the blue bag
Choppa divide your whole crew right
Choppa divide your whole crew right
Niggas went up, they ain't do right
When we go up, we gon' do right
Smoking this Bristol
Smoking this Bristol
Niggas be cappin', we really be ten toe, really be ten toe
He ran out now it's a shit-show, don't get me pissed off
Look at the ass and the tits on my bitch though
Look at the wrist, uh
New, woke up, bitch, everything new
Can't go bad like you
Workin' all night 'til 'noon
I don't roll one, I need two
I don't pour one, I need two
All of my feelings, I do
All of that shit is for you
When I come on, they like who that is?
I'm too clever, I'm too savage
Feed the broke, 'cause they too sad, bitch
Throwin' bullets, we too madden
Gettin' high in this new fashion
Gettin' high like bitch, who matters?
I don't know, you don't know who that is?
Who matter?
We going up like bitch, who matters?
I got my chop and a new letter
I got my chop in the blue bag
Choppa divide your whole crew right
Choppa divide your whole crew right
Niggas went up, they ain't do right
When we go up, we gon' do right
I'm too clever, I'm too savage
Feed the broke, 'cause they too sad, bitch
Throwin' bullets, we too madden
Gettin' high in this new fashion
Gettin' high like bitch, who matters?
I don't know, you don't know who that is?
Who matter?
We going up like bitch, who matters?
I got my chop and a new letter
I got my chop in the blue bag
Choppa divide your whole crew right
Choppa divide your whole crew right
Niggas went up, they ain't do right
When we go up, we gon' do right
Smoking this Bristol
Smoking this Bristol
Niggas be cappin', we really be ten toe, really be ten toe
He ran out now it's a shit-show, don't get me pissed off
Look at the ass and the tits on my bitch though
Look at the wrist, uh
New, woke up, bitch, everything new
Can't go bad like you
Workin' all night 'til 'noon
I don't roll one, I need two
I don't pour one, I need two
All of my feelings, I do
All of that shit is for you
When I come on, they like who that is?
I'm too clever, I'm too savage
Feed the broke, 'cause they too sad, bitch
Throwin' bullets, we too madden
Gettin' high in this new fashion
Gettin' high like bitch, who matters?
I don't know, you don't know who that is?
Who matter?
We going up like bitch, who matters?
I got my chop and a new letter
I got my chop in the blue bag
Choppa divide your whole crew right
Choppa divide your whole crew right
Niggas went up, they ain't do right
When we go up, we gon' do right
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Writer(s): Coby Rhodes, Amir Najibi
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