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Who That Be Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo b**** on me but you can never do nothing
Cuz yo momma raised a p****
Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but
Close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy
God d*** b****, I don't smoke no gas
I don't pop no Xans hella cake
I just need that a** don't worry bout no mans
Look at me, look at he, you don't wanna f*** with we
Hit the streets roll on me, you gon end up in the sea

[Bridge 1]
7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
Squeeze the G, leave the scene
Bouncin like the trampoline
[Hook]
Getting bread earn income (man)
Spend it on this Balmain
Working all night I might run into the Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing as a m************ bro mane
You ain't f****** slick if you think you in my team mane
[Verse 2]
We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
And I don't give a f*** hit em with the d*** d***s
Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus
I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me
All these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead a** sea
Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD
I don't really give a f*** no more b
Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, b**** Grand Prix
Pull up on a f***** enemy, 3rd degree
Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib b****)
And leave the f***** country with the brick (loudpack)

[Bridge 2]
I'd call the cops on myself if I can, (if I can)
This s*** too crazy need the f***** ambulance (ambulance)
Don't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)
Got all this money but these b****** unimpressed (yea, yea, yea)
[Hook]
Getting bread earn income (man)
Spend it on this Balmain
Working all night I might run into the Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing as a m************ bro mane
You ain't f****** slick if you think you in my team mane

[Bridge 1]
7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
Squeeze the G, leave the scene
Bouncin like the trampoline
Yeah
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