Who Am I
It’s a micro in the bag put a drum on it
What’s that on your wrist and my neck?
That’s a hundiddy
Let nigga blink if he flex Ima call Pippy
Hit him in the back with the
Chop make him call Ricky
(Ron Ron load it up Ron Ron load it up)
My Nina Ross profilin’ and she
Gon’ love you long time
Roll bounce on my neck but
I want more diamonds
I could fuck the streets up without a co sign
I came in the function burnt
Out holdin’ two letters
It’s a Dior shirt but my shoes better
First off I get money I’m mohammed
If he reach Ima shoot him in
His face like Bin Laden
Sticks in the car finna strip a nigga proper
He gon’ do a windmill when I
Hit him with this choppa
I ain’t finna play with no
Kid we ain’t potty trained
My young nigga jumped out the
Car he forgot his brain
It’s enough shells here to
Fill up the coliseum
Chopsticks nigga mop sticks yeah mama mia
(Shit) my shooter got his peer out
We be at the club doggin’
Hoes you niggas dream about
I’m off 10 pills but a op I can see him fine
He broke he ain't talkin’ bout nothin’
I can read his mind
Nigga what we even doin’ here
I blow his brains out and
Hang it up for souvenirs
These hoes too conniving
Water on my neck I just went scuba diving
(Shit) and no you can’t have a ride bitch
10 chains on my neck heard who am I bitch?
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (Shit)
And no you can’t have a ride bitch
10 chains on my neck heard who am I bitch?
Who am I bitch? Who am I bitch?
Who am I bitch?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I bitch?
She look at my pinky ring
The bitch start to cry
I think ten thousand up in strip about to die
He could be the good guy I’d
Rather be the bad guy
Only nigga up in court with a Balenciaga Tie
Pinocchio bitch my bag grow when I lie
I got thousand dollar lines nigga
And I ain’t lie
I’m just tryna get the top you
Can keep the apple pie
I’m a big goat nigga you is just a small fry
Never been a smart guy always
Been a tough guy i was flyin’ first class
She was doin’ standby
I got two chains on but they cost bout five
I’m in a seven series beamer
When a nigga drive by
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (Shit)
And no you can’t have a ride bitch
10 chains on my neck heard who am I bitch?
Who am I bitch? Who am I bitch?
Who am I bitch?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I bitch?
I tell her bye bitch (What)
I gotta Patek on my left
The right a rollie wrist
These niggas broker than a bitch
I gotta pop shit i bought her Burger King I
Think she wanted Ruth Chris
Strong money boy your check like a toothpick
You ain’t real got a
Pocket full of counterfeit
My bitches they nasty Bottega she classy
Heard she got her own bag
She don’t even ask me (Rich)
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (Shit)
And no you can’t have a ride bitch
10 chains on my neck heard who am I bitch?
Who am I bitch? Who am I bitch?
Who am I bitch?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I bitch?
