[Intro]
I be wondering man
Who the f** are you?
Who are you? I don't know
[Hook]
I got pouns and bricks of yayo, who are you?
Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you?
b**h I'm running through a check, who are you?
Hood n***a with respect, who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?
Keep some shooters on deck, who are you?
Grab the nine or a tech, who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?
[Verse 1]
Shoot that n***a man, stomp that n***a
He ain't Front Street, man f** that n***a
Wanna go to war? What, you upset n***a?
Guess how many run when I up my pistol
Gettin' head when I'm counting them Benjs
I swear the Lord can be my witness (I swear to God man)
Hundred thousand off the chicken
My n***as eating, no Thanksgiving
Shoot that n***a, expose that n***a
sh** get real, fold a** n***a
I don't f** with no old a** n***as
All I f** with them young a** n***as
Dumb a** n***a, co*k gun back n***a
Got my team like a runback n***a
Pop a couple Xans and I roll a lot of swishas
Forget evrrythang, I think I shoot four n***as
Don't go anywhere if I ain't got my f**ing pistol
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm Fredo from Front Street, who the f** is you? (Big Boss)
Got a hunna f**in guns, I ain't even gotta shoot
And I'm high off Xanax right now in the booth
Might pull off with ya boo when I pull up in that coupe
b**h I'm running out of bricks, tell 'em call Jesús
You can catch me roll one and then trynna dodge the State troops
Young "Trapper of the Year", man that ain't nothing new
Man you know how I do, might pull up get to shootin
Flexin on them, hurtin they feelings
f**ed yo b**h then I keep it pimpin (f** that thot)
My favorite spot is the kitchen
I swear I love water whippin
[Hook]