Who the Shit

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Pull up I'm like who the shit
My Porsche truck sittin' on Butzi's
Thinkin' you can fuck wit' me, man, you must be ludicrous
Fall back, I do this shit, my trap house got me super rich
Dominican bitch, she super thick, no goofy shit, I'm with the shit
Like, who the shit? Like, who the shit?

[Verse 2: Ballout]
No ballin' shit
Go to the mall just coppin' shit
Pickin' shit, I don't really care just gettin' shit
In my trap, I ain't sellin' nothin' but them chickens bitch
Really just be coolin', motherfuckers say they be kickin' it
Ridin' with the squad and we got Michael Pippen, bitch

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Capo the Barbarian
We sending shots, we bury 'em
Them hoes I one night and fuck, you wife 'em up and marry 'em
I slam dick all in her mouth, she callin' me Sean Merriman
I ain't worried 'bout no fuckin opp, this 4-0 that I'm carryin'
Squad, bitch, tweak, you get robbed, shit
Swear to God, Caperboy, I'll call him, he on his job quick

[Verse 4: Capo]
Squad shit, GBE on that mob shit
Pullin' 30's, totin' weapons
And we lettin' them bitches spark, bitch
Say you don't want no smoke
Then why you start shit?
If I catch an opp lackin', smoke his ass
Comin' out that apartment

[Verse 5: Gino Marley]
Duffle bags full of work
Catch the Marley carryin'
Bury 'em, money got me buyin' shit not wearin' it
Big blunts of the earth and, no, bitch, I'm not sharing it
I money get, young nigga flex on bitch like Money Mitch

[Verse 6: SD]
Come through they like who the shit
SD, he got hoover clips
Come through with the biggest 40, don't make us have to do this shit
I be in the back with your bitch just coolin' it
Don't make us spread the word, I have the whole town movin' it
Goofy bitch, when I'm on the block you know them beams lit
Usually, I be with the squad just kickin' it
But if you think it's macaroni, you gon' make us empty clips
Common sense, we ride with the mops just takin' shit

[Verse 7: Tray Savage]
Cautious, cautious, these niggas best be cautious
I got a couple shooters, man, they X you like a marksman
Get down, bitch, 'fore I let this fifty spit
Designer shit, all I rock is designer shit

[Verse 8: Fredo Santana]
Designer shit, designer shit
Come through flexin' hard, think they need to rewind this shit
Got a Rollie on my wrist, and I still don't know what time it is
I be gettin' a lot of bands
Treat your bitch like Simon says, she do what I tell her to
Ballin' that's my usual
You ain't gettin no money, you can't fit up on my schedule
Flexin' like the flexers do
You ain't gettin' no money, nigga, I can't stand next to you
Just poured a whole six, now I'm finna pour another deuce
Talkin' 'bout some money then I might just give a fuck or two
And if you fuckin' with the opps then, nigga, I can't fuck with you
Fredo ballin' stupid hard, nigga, that's what that money do
Just bought a pint of lean, shit, I call that shit the money juice

[Verse 9: Gino Marley]
Trap house runnin' stupid loose
Couple pints of drink so you know we need a Sprite or two
Crib with a mountain view
Racin' to the money so you know I ran a light or two
No fighting, ain't no wrestling, ain't nobody in this bitch bulletproof
Foreign whips with Forgis too, fuck her like the pussy new
No bitch, you can't spend no night, I might just one hour you
Trappin' is a must so I'm just winning like the winners do
Cooler than a cooler with a MAC that got a cooler too

[Outro: Fredo Santana]
You know, squad shit, man
You know how we rockin', you know how we comin', man
You ain't with us, you against us, man
You know, 300 shit, man, Savage Squad shit, man, GBE baby, man
You know how we comin', man, Big Boss Fredo, man, bosses of all bosses
You don't see me too often, flexin' on you bitches, see me flossin' that shit on me, man
Leave a nigga in a coffin, bang, bang, squad
Scary Site 2, man, turn up