Scrilla Gu - WHO IS THAT ? Lyrics

You're not a boss until you really put your team on
Chop got one eye, so when he shoot, he cut the beam on
Married to the game, but I don't even got a ring on
Better hide your bitch, cause my nigga got his bling on
Two phones punchin', this my Xan and my Weed phone
Niggas broke as hell, what the f*ck they be on
Scams over grams, I could put your whole team on
I could put your whole team on
Regardless of the situation
Big Chop gon' win like Major Payne
Bitch, my soldiers at attention
Medallions cost your pension
Brought a star in this bitch
The way my neck hittin
Yeah, my shit glistening
Exotic weed, exotic sprite
Bitch, my lifestyle expensive
The real die young, so I ride with my blicky
Niggas broke as hell, so I had to keep my distance
Nigga, what the f*ck you on
What the f*ck
Smackin' plays, made a fortune off them phones
See the V on my back, Rollie bust down
We scorin' big, six figures, that's a touchdown
See the blues, got his bitch, wanna f*ck now
Amiri Stitch, green dubs, stretch the seems out
Cartier diamonds, yeah, my watch bring a breeze out
Niggas get to shootin', I'll sit his whole team down
I ain't never lose the focus, gotta stay on it
Say they don't want me to fall, but really waitin' on it
Who is that? Tryna come around, I got blues now
Where your ass was at when I was broke? I'm confused now
Get you blew down, old hoes say I ain't new now
Coupe in cruise now, riding dirty, smellin' like two pounds
If they get behind us, don't worry, I'ma slam it
Jeff Hardy plays the way my phones slammin
Yeah, niggas hate me, got two hoes, I pulled up with a fifth
She screamin', drive the boat, bitch, take a sip
I'ma smoke a zip, she gon' eat my whole dick
My shooters scratchin' heads, screamin', snatch this whole kit
My exotic bitch, she be scammin' too
She say, Baggs, you hold it down, niggas movin' loose
Slidin' in my coupe, beatin' Lost 12
You fly to Cali buy a pound, bitch, you buyin' Bells
Dumbass nigga