Gill Graff - Who you think Lyrics

New Gill Graff
Who you think you f*cking with?
Got a bad bitch you ain't f*cking with
Got a whole clique you ain't f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
Got a mean whip you ain't f*cking with
Got a sick drip you ain't f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
With them lame hoes who you f*cking with
With them lame bros who you f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
Bum ass clothes who you f*cking with
Living with no goals who you f*cking with
Pretty face pretty body but I swear that she a menace
She be twerking so long I think she in the book of Guinness
She likes it in the ride when the windows ain't tinted
It suits her being tied, I be giving her the business
Wait a minute!
Yeah, I'm back and I'm ready for the smoke, woo
I rather go to jail before I ever go broke
New drip clean bought it with a sixteen
And my new bitch nice but her body look mean
And she like to party
She back from Colombia with a whole new body
Mixing liquor with the Molly, I can tell that you a thotty
Riding presidential black Denali
She don't wanna settle she a whole baddie but got curves like Bugatti
My bank got more o's than two Audis
I might hit it once then I'm outtie
Who you think you f*cking with?
I'm next to da Vinci up in Tuscany
A blicky and a ski-mask is who I'm running with
Who you think you f*cking with?
Got a bad bitch you ain't f*cking with
Got a whole clique you ain't f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
Got a mean whip you ain't f*cking with
Got a sick drip you ain't f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
With them lame hoes who you f*cking with
With them lame bros who you f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
Bum ass clothes who you f*cking with
Living with no goals who you f*cking with
I could never trust a bitch and I'mma put that on my momma
I'm stacking up these commas, my demeanor getting calmer
I don't even look at numbers, spent a millie on the come up
I know I'll make it back by the middle of the summer
If you don't like me say something or just shut up
It's always when I walk away they wanna bring something up
The gang good at math, they'll subtract you for the sum up
You better keep the same energy when we run up
And I ain't got no enemies
Just a bunch of bi-polar bitches in the industry
They ain't who they pretend to be
These fakes ain't a threat to me
F*ck your celebrity
I made it on my own in this bitch you gon' remember me
I used to shop at Payless now I hang around a-list
And you don't know success if you don't know what real pain is
Got your girl in my dm, she like yo you really famous
Tell em' hoes shut the f*ck up, they don't got me on they playlist
Woo!
Who you think you f*cking with?
Got a bad bitch you ain't f*cking with
Got a whole clique you ain't f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
Got a mean whip you ain't f*cking with
Got a sick drip you ain't f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
With them lame hoes who you f*cking with
With them lame bros who you f*cking with
Who you think you f*cking with?
Bum ass clothes who you f*cking with
Living with no goals who you f*cking with