Who you Lyrics

Get energy, make this one

Yeah, I did not spend the night in the booth, come on

Let's see what niggas talkin' bout, what they on today

What's F.E.G.

Bitch, use your brain, this fuck every gang

In Benton with a white bitch, her dad a plug on the pints

12 hundred for a case of Wok, nigga, is you silly

The purple kind and her brother's spend big with me

He spent enough, he could probably say nigga with me

Don't say it too much, I'll fuck around and kill you , Ricky

Blood stains, dont come out quick, this shit molded sticky

Bitch, I been through some shit, I can feel violence

Playing cops and robbers, I was juggin', bitch, I grew up robbin

11 hundred for the denims, these Amiri Bottoms

Voices in my head, told the doctor I got hearing problems

All I hear is squeeze it like I heard the voice from Bop it

Hittin' this bitch, got this bitch yellin', she like cross-stop it

Have her having flashback, got her smilin' nodding (yeah) when they hear that Yop shit, got their heads boppin

You hear me rappin', turn that bitch up

Light him up like Pac, bitch, the way we hit him up

One up in the head, that nigga played, then he outta luck

Westside forever, bitch, I throw these dubs up

Fuck Every Gang, swear to God, I don't give no fucks

(Fuck Every Gang), nigga, shit, the doctor had to shit bag him up

Come on, taught myself to shit your bitch ass, need your daddy help

BTA built the ass, beat him with a belt

Bitch, I get the utmost respect round this bitch, watch yourself

Nigga know I kill for real, made him kill himself

Slash a nigga up, matter of fact, I'm Mr. Ghost himself

Got this bitch horny, got her in here wettin' herself

Yop, I can tell them bullets burn the way they hit his back

Ghost with the hoes, I'm callin' Sidney where the bitches at

They say I give my self features , what you know about that

It's like four different me's, on a track

Cross a say some some hard shit

And make a nigga think about that

Ghost say that killer shit, make a nigga act like that

Donte a smooth, nigga, take your bitch from a rap

And Dcross, used to scam, used to take, niggas cash

Extort a nigga outta band he'll never get it back

Don't discriminate, if you got ass, bitch, fuck your big back

I'm the nigga, walk around with cash

Glock on me, one up in the head, I ain't gotta cock your back

Bitch, my money long, you will never see me in the stash

300 copped the jeans with the purple tag

Seein' facial hair, the OGs think I'm eatin' ass

Big boy in the paint like Shaq, bitch, I'm breakin' glass

Rip Kobe sent 24 at his ass

Come on, it's us

Fuck every gang, nigga

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