Who this is? Who this is
Who this is? Who this is
Man, who this is
Gold chain on my wrist, uh, catch my gist
Hit it how, I never miss, uh uh
Do the shit, did it on my own, uh
Staying stoned, staying in my zone
Stay racked up and gone, uh
F*ck all that other shit, uh
I be on some player shit, yeah
Ima just have to hit his shit
Got my gat, equipped and shit
Rob his shit, run out the door
Rob his shit, run out the door
Ayye if you, come back ima slide back
For some more, for some more
I be gone, I be gone
I be gone, I be gone
Man, who this is? Who this is
Gold chain on my wrist, on my wrist
On my wrist, catch my gist
Shoot it how, I never miss, uh
Uh, bitch, I don't like to kiss, uh
Rather count this cash, count this guap
Most of y'all niggas be some talk, uh
Most of y'all motherf*ckers be some talk
Be some talk, be some talk, yeah
Grab your bitch, she give me top, give me top
On your block, on your block, I don't like to stop
Goin hard, goin hard, yeah
Goin far, goin far
Goin far, goin far
Who this is? Who this is
Who this is? Who this is
What the motherf*cking wrist
In my mind, I got a twist
Of this joint, that I rolled
Smoke it, then I go, uh, uh
Out on the road, out on the road, uh
Bitch, I glow
Realest, Ion never fold, uh
Most of y'all lames, most of y'all lames, y'all fold, uh
Shit's getting old, stay out the way, ice cold, uh
In my heart, yeah, yeah
F*ck all this shit, uh, uh, stay in the dark
Yeah, I'm sippin' on that Rona
Yeah, I'm chillin' with my brother
Yeah, My choppa, be a dumpa
Yeah we be pissin' in the street
We don't give a f*ck about no geeks
Yeah, we droppin' all you Gs
Yeah, you niggas act like you G
But that's why we f*ck with BG
Yeah, your bitch, she f*ck with this shit
Yo, shorty like 23, but I be like 19
Like, I'm in my bag deep
Yeah, I'm in my bag heavy
I'm countin' hundreds and fifties
Bad bitch showin' titties, uh
Back in that city, uh
Back wit my brothers and we
Sippin' on that Henny, uh
Sippin' on some Ronas
Y'all be sippin' on that crown, uh
I'ma niggas be down, like
Bop, bop, bop, niggas down, like
All you niggas gon' bow, like
Ayy, woo
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Who this is? Who this is
Who this is? Who this is
Man, who this is
Gold chain on my wrist, uh, catch my gist
Hit it how, I never miss, uh uh
Do the shit, did it on my own, uh
Staying stoned, staying in my zone
Stay racked up and gone, uh
F*ck all that other shit, uh
I be on some player shit, yeah
Ima just have to hit his shit
Got my gat, equipped and shit
Rob his shit, run out the door
Rob his shit, run out the door
Ayye if you, come back ima slide back
For some more, for some more
I be gone, I be gone
I be gone, I be gone
Man, who this is? Who this is
Gold chain on my wrist, on my wrist
On my wrist, catch my gist
Shoot it how, I never miss, uh
Uh, bitch, I don't like to kiss, uh
Rather count this cash, count this guap
Most of y'all niggas be some talk, uh
Most of y'all motherf*ckers be some talk
Be some talk, be some talk, yeah
Grab your bitch, she give me top, give me top
On your block, on your block, I don't like to stop
Goin hard, goin hard, yeah
Goin far, goin far
Goin far, goin far
Who this is? Who this is
Who this is? Who this is
What the motherf*cking wrist
In my mind, I got a twist
Of this joint, that I rolled
Smoke it, then I go, uh, uh
Out on the road, out on the road, uh
Bitch, I glow
Realest, Ion never fold, uh
Most of y'all lames, most of y'all lames, y'all fold, uh
Shit's getting old, stay out the way, ice cold, uh
In my heart, yeah, yeah
F*ck all this shit, uh, uh, stay in the dark
Yeah, I'm sippin' on that Rona
Yeah, I'm chillin' with my brother
Yeah, My choppa, be a dumpa
Yeah we be pissin' in the street
We don't give a f*ck about no geeks
Yeah, we droppin' all you Gs
Yeah, you niggas act like you G
But that's why we f*ck with BG
Yeah, your bitch, she f*ck with this shit
Yo, shorty like 23, but I be like 19
Like, I'm in my bag deep
Yeah, I'm in my bag heavy
I'm countin' hundreds and fifties
Bad bitch showin' titties, uh
Back in that city, uh
Back wit my brothers and we
Sippin' on that Henny, uh
Sippin' on some Ronas
Y'all be sippin' on that crown, uh
I'ma niggas be down, like
Bop, bop, bop, niggas down, like
All you niggas gon' bow, like
Ayy, woo
Who this is? Who this is
Man, who this is
Gold chain on my wrist, uh, catch my gist
Hit it how, I never miss, uh uh
Do the shit, did it on my own, uh
Staying stoned, staying in my zone
Stay racked up and gone, uh
F*ck all that other shit, uh
I be on some player shit, yeah
Ima just have to hit his shit
Got my gat, equipped and shit
Rob his shit, run out the door
Rob his shit, run out the door
Ayye if you, come back ima slide back
For some more, for some more
I be gone, I be gone
I be gone, I be gone
Man, who this is? Who this is
Gold chain on my wrist, on my wrist
On my wrist, catch my gist
Shoot it how, I never miss, uh
Uh, bitch, I don't like to kiss, uh
Rather count this cash, count this guap
Most of y'all niggas be some talk, uh
Most of y'all motherf*ckers be some talk
Be some talk, be some talk, yeah
Grab your bitch, she give me top, give me top
On your block, on your block, I don't like to stop
Goin hard, goin hard, yeah
Goin far, goin far
Goin far, goin far
Who this is? Who this is
Who this is? Who this is
What the motherf*cking wrist
In my mind, I got a twist
Of this joint, that I rolled
Smoke it, then I go, uh, uh
Out on the road, out on the road, uh
Bitch, I glow
Realest, Ion never fold, uh
Most of y'all lames, most of y'all lames, y'all fold, uh
Shit's getting old, stay out the way, ice cold, uh
In my heart, yeah, yeah
F*ck all this shit, uh, uh, stay in the dark
Yeah, I'm sippin' on that Rona
Yeah, I'm chillin' with my brother
Yeah, My choppa, be a dumpa
Yeah we be pissin' in the street
We don't give a f*ck about no geeks
Yeah, we droppin' all you Gs
Yeah, you niggas act like you G
But that's why we f*ck with BG
Yeah, your bitch, she f*ck with this shit
Yo, shorty like 23, but I be like 19
Like, I'm in my bag deep
Yeah, I'm in my bag heavy
I'm countin' hundreds and fifties
Bad bitch showin' titties, uh
Back in that city, uh
Back wit my brothers and we
Sippin' on that Henny, uh
Sippin' on some Ronas
Y'all be sippin' on that crown, uh
I'ma niggas be down, like
Bop, bop, bop, niggas down, like
All you niggas gon' bow, like
Ayy, woo
Writer: Austin StrayCalf
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