WYSO ft. Nneoma Lanea Lyrics

Who you stunting on? Imma get that bag soon as I touchdown

Who you stunting on, Who you stunting on? Who you stunting on?

Who you stunting on? Heard your new thang trash and my new thang gas

Who you stunting on, Who you stunting on? Who you stunting on?

Flex on who? You don't know who you are, I can't respect your moves

I been riding around my city like the metro do

Imma have as many fans as them Tech shows do

Fuck around, gotta plan, always set goals too

Had to learn the hard way to let hoes choose

Always clean your messes, if niggas around you never get the message

I guess niggas just gone lose

Imma pull up in that who you stunting on?

Bougie bitches in the back, who you fronting on?

Got clout, got cash what you wanna know?

Still the realest of them all, they uncomfortable

Ain't no coming close, aye

Who you stunting on? Look, look

If you ain't got the vision, I don't wanna know, look

Tell them niggas talking digits I don't give a fuck, nah

What you doing for your people? Is your mother broke?

But you stuntin, oh

Who you stunting on? Imma get that bag soon as I touchdown

Who you stunting on, Who you stunting on? Who you stunting on?

Who you stunting on? Heard your new thang trash and my new thang gas

Who you stunting on, Who you stunting on? Who you stunting on?

Pocket watching, that's off limits

I relate if it's authentic

I don't play if my heart's in it, that's on you if you start tripping

Big ass bag, let me barge in it

Cant compare us, my art different

Light on us and still I show up and still I show love cause that's God given, aye

It's a G thang, couple hitters on my side and they don't play

Couple bitches side eye, I'm like okay

Got my brothers in my ear so I peep game

Let the beat bang, aye

Who you fronting on? I been putting in work

I been going strong

Put the family first, when I'm on, we on

I ain't leaving this Earth til my money long

You know what's going on, yea

So what's goin on? I been in it for a minute, what you wanna know?

All you really need to know I'm finna up the score

How you figure? Well, I been the motherfuckin goat

It's under control, aye

I run through the MO like I got guns in my clothes

They moving dumb like I won't run up and fuck up your soul

I'm having fun with it though, keep it one hundred fasho

Peep it, balloons in the sky

This my season, come on

Who you stunting on? Imma get that bag soon as I touchdown

Who you stunting on, Who you stunting on? Who you stunting on?

Who you stunting on? Heard your new thang trash and my new thang gas

Who you stunting on, Who you stunting on? Who you stunting on?

Pocket watching, that's off limits

I relate if it's authentic

I don't play if my heart's in it, that's on you if you start tripping

Big ass bag, let me barge in it

Cant compare us, my art different

Light on us and still I show up and still I show love cause that's God given, aye