Who Are You

Police locked him up for
Something he ain't do
He gon' lie to 'em even if it's true
He just spit on a CO, man, he rude
He don't give a fuck about being in a cube
Got these fresh ass Mikes from Round Two
Told the bitch I pick her up around two
He made round one, the end is round two
You know we can't do shit around you
Who are you? Who are you? (Ayy, ayy)
This ain't D12, you can't get no proof
(Ayy, ayy)
We'll leave your ass missin' like a tooth
(Dududu)
When I say, "Ok Koolaid" it mean cool
(Ok Koolaid, ok Koolaid)
And I can't fuck with you 'cause you fu (Fu)
And we hardly fuck with fam 'cause he new
(Huh?, Huh?)
We'll leave his ass drownin' in the pool
Prolly rocked your uncle up, Uncle Drew

I just poured an AK sip a deuce (Dope)
I don't want no Henny, where the juice? (No)
You say that that's Act', but it's fu
Who are you? Make me shoot (Bang, bang, bang)
He tryna shoot, but he talkin' to the troops
(Huh?, Huh?)
Do a drill in the truck then slide the coupe
(Slide the coupe)
Ayy, you think that he solid, but he fu
(But he fu) ayy, smokin' glue, in the stu
(In the stu, ayy)
I shot so fast that I ain't even think
(Bang, bang, bang)
I shot so fast that he ain't even blink
(Bang, bang, bang)
That shit not icy, it ain't even bling
(Bling) it's in a Wockhardt bottle
It ain't even pink (It ain't even pink, ayy)
We got the show rockin' like it's the ring
(Ayy, ayy)
We got Arm & Hammer, Mr clean (Mr clean)
I ain't get fat 'til I start sippin' drink
(Ayy)
How I slim down, but I'm still sippin' lean?
(Huh?)

Fill a blunt with green dope, orange flame
White smoke big ass chopper bullets can
Knock down an Eiffel
I pull up in your ward, nigga
I'm going psycho
We just bought it thirty minutes ago
Where the pint go?
I just bought it thirty days ago
Where the 30 go?
Lil folks got locked up ridin'
With a dirty ho
Actin' like she don't know my name
Call me Sergio
She gon' pull up, clean me up
So I call her detergio
What you need? We gon' pull up on the curvio
And I'm in something white, black like a Oreo
Told me, she ain't like my fit, bitch
I'm in my glory though
And I been knew how to
Hustle since a shorty though
Right wrist cost a Telsa
Left wrist Rover though
And I sold Roc-A-Fella
But I ain't Hova though
I just walked up in the court room
I ain't sober though
Told you what was up, you're
Dumbass made me say, "I told you so"