Who Am I

[Chorus: Chris Webby] Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Just went and got me a Range, I bought the homies a chain Just took a weekend in Maine, I got no need to complain Yeah, I'm so far in the wave that when I wave they can't see me 'cause I'm too far away Need binoculars like you're watching birds, got exotic birds where I lay One of 'em Venezuelan, with a couple bisexual Asians Who always be kissin' each other while both of 'em giving me head in my basement Got 'em all stuck in the web Bitch, I'm the butter and bread Monster from under the bed Fuck what they said Foot on the gas and I'm running the red So I'm here to tell 'em why I'm an enterprise, fully energized Who am I? I'm that guy, I'm the burger with the fries I'm the product and supplier I'm the label and the writer They gon' hang my jersey up when I retire Yeah [Chorus: Chris Webby] Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why [Verse 2: Pete Davidson] Who am I? I'm the man with the plan, like LeBlanc Who am I? I'm the man, got that loud up in my trunk Who am I? I'm the man, your bitch hit me when she drunk Who am I? I'm the man, smell me comin' like a skunk Number one on the news and I got no 'Gram I'm the best off the island since the Wu-Tang Clan Always changing my number, never knowing where I am Like the alt-rock genre, got a couple thousand bands Yeah, let me back it up real quick Ya'll didn't know I could spit Speakin' fire like a Peaky Blinder Got Netflix money, I'm rich I'm on my shit, stackin' a bigger amount Countin' my dough as I sit on my couch While Perez Hilton and the gossip columns Talkin' shit with my dick in their mouth [Chorus: Chris Webby] Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why Who am I? I'm the man, they ain't fucking with my vibe Who am I? In demand, I'm the one with the supply Who am I? Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky