Who Is That

[Intro] Ayy (Sosa on the beat) Ayy, nigga Ayy, it's me and gang, nigga, Tadoe, nigga (Tadoe) Got the Backwood, got the cup, nigga Shoot you if you say sum', ayy You know how we rockin', bro Ayy, ayy, bang, bang, nigga, ayy [Chorus] Boy, my fucking watch cost a brick (Ftftft, beep) And my favorite car, the X6 (The X6) Stop the fucking flexing, boy, you not with the shits (Not with the shits) Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a nigga shit back (Bang bang) We take the streets and start locking the shits (I lock it) These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser six pack (Grrah bang, bang bang) Got some money, still tote choppas and shit (Ftftft, bang, bang, bang) Knock-knock at my door, I'm at the peephole like, "Who is that?" (Who the fuck is this? ayy) [Bridge] What you want, man? Who the fuck is this? Ayy Fuck is this? ayy Who the fuck is this? Ayy [Verse 1] What you need, a fucking six pack? (Six pack) Knocking on my door (Knock knock), is you with the damn feds? (Damn feds nigga, wassup, huh?) What you need, a fucking ten pack? (Fucking ten pack, nigga) Give me a hundred, pussy, you can get that (You can get that) You say, "Fuck Glo" out your mouth, we push your fucking wig back (Push your wig back, bang, bang) We got pistols in the club, fuck security, we slid that (We slid it, nigga) I flow so hard, it made bulletproof shit crack (Shit crack, bitch) I’m Snoop Dizzle, I’m the motherfucking shiznat, bitch (I'm the shiznat, bitch) I'm rolling in that Koenigsegg (That Koenigsegg, skrrt, skrrt) The car that all the hoes wanna give a kiss (Thotty, thotty) Ayy, I'm smoking on that piss sack (That piss) It smell like I just got done taking the piss (That dope) You smoking on that shit pack (Smoking on that shit pack) And it smell like you just got done taking a shit (A shit) I had to customize a SIG MAC (SIG, ayy, ayy) 'Cause you ain't never seen that shit (Nah) She suck my dick, I gave that bitch a Tic Tac (Lil bitch, Tic Tac, bitch) Then told that ho to get the fuck out my shit (Get out my car) They cut the gates, now we coming in the back (We in the back of that thang, bang, bang) Catch yo ass, barbecue you in with that (Bang, bang, woo, in that fucking thang) Dear Mister Your Honor, I ain't sinning yet (Your honor, phew, nah) I'm just getting money, I'm all in with that (Just getting dough) He should've, could've, would've, boy, you couldn't shit (You couldn't have been that) It's Back From the Dead 2, I'm zombie-ing, bitch (BFTD2, nigga, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, BFTD2, nigga, yeah, yeah, nigga, ayy) [Chorus] Boy, my fucking watch cost a brick (Cost a brick, ayy, ayy) And my favorite car, the X6 (The X6) Stop the fucking flexing, boy, you not with the shits (Not with the shits) Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a nigga shit back (Bang, bang) We take the streets and start locking the shits (I lock, lock, lock) These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser six pack (Size as a Budweiser six pack) Got some money, still tote choppas and shit (Like bang, bang) Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peephole like, "Who is that?" (Who the fuck is that?) [Verse 2] Pull off coming back (Skrrt), turn you to a running back (Into a running back, bang) Pull up in New Jersey, Mapes and Bergen, nigga, slump yo ass (Slump a nigga, gang) I'm off the Henny, and the Pepsi, Xanax, and the Thrax (Off the fuckin' thang) In the flesh, pull up, leave a nigga flat (Skrrt, bang, bang, bang) Leave a nigga on his back (Bang, bang, bang, bang) He should've fucking had his back-up (Damn, his damn) Bullets gave him a disease (To his tummy, bang, bang) Now this pussy need a fucking checkup (Bang, bang, gang, gang) Bullets give his ass the hiccups (Bang, bang, bang, huh, bang) You want war? Nigga, get up, let's get up (Bang, bang, bang, let's get it, let's get it, nigga, let's get it, bang, let's get it) I’m an artist, I paint pictures, nigga, I run it, nigga (Bang, bang, bang, I ran nigga, bang, bang) [Chorus] Boy, my fucking watch cost a brick (Cost a brick) And my favorite car, the X6 (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Stop the fucking flexing, boy, you not with the shits (Nah, not with the shits) Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a nigga shit back (Click-clack, bang, bang) We take the streets and start locking the shits (Skrrt, skrrt) These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser six pack (Size as a Budweiser six pack) Got some money still tote choppas and shit (Like bang) Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peephole like, "Who is that?" (Who the fuck is that?)