Alive ft. R.E.D & Just call him Big Hustle Lyrics

Nigga who is you

Who is you

Uh

Seen you in my life, who is you

Get it how we get it

Get it, ain't got a clue, nigga

Nigga who is you

I don't know who you are, Never seen you in my life, I ain't got a clue

Nigga

Who is you

You don't move how we move, You don't get it how we get it, we ain't got

A clue, nigga

Nigga is me, aka flya chick, I'll quit

Press ignore on a whore if she on mouth dick, If she ain't talking paper, she ain't talking

Bout shit

Hood rats, there's many, Mickey Mouse bitch, Goofy's, I subscribe to the book of Pluto

Pop eyes like Bluto, dogs on your noodle, Hope y'all go to heaven

Seven-11 at the crap table, Never stop dreaming is the rap label

Big spoon with your chick, Black ladle, this my shit

Haters high shit, don't ask why shit, I'm big on that ready to die shit

But I'd rather live, rather give, Treat my niggas like my relatives

It's relative, indica is my sedative, My medicine, kick the door if you don't let

Us in, So let us in

Nigga who is you

At magic with the bag, it look like we brought lettuce in

Green backs like turtles, paper shredder in, We setting trends, so a jet is what I set

Her in, Settle in

Nigga who is you

I don't know who you are, never seen you in my life

I ain't got a clue, nigga, who is you

You don't move how we move, you don't get it how we get it

We ain't got a clue, nigga, who is you

Shit just call me Big Hustle, Rollie on my wrist subtle

Pauly on my hip, I leave a holey in your fit

If a nigga even sense trouble, Got her on my dick blowing spit bubbles

Then you give her kiss cuddles, It's like you never seen her

And you think that bitch love you, Venus and Serena tennis chains

Cause them shits doubles, bricks and MCM duffles

Water whip the cane, I was puddles on my fifth knuckle

Who is you

I'm just as puzzled, I ain't got a clue, I was the man before Red took me to cop the

Coupe, I ain't really convinced

Cause bitches treat me like I'm really a prince

Nothing real can be threatening, I'm as real as it gets

This shit gets deep, taking my best in selling pressure

Your man on fire, giving detailed confessions

Wearing wires, they equalizer, You fix your lips to tell we stepping

Nigga is chief, Mr. God to these hoes

Got a sly, but she fire like a job

Shit she gone, throw the lob

I'ma slam it like LeBron, 500 for the Delta

Shit ain't nothing to a dime, Throw them diamonds in the E

Cause we eating when that car swipe, Hard life

Narwhal how we got them stars, Like, alright

Who this nigga

Tooley with the newest sneakers, Biggie, I

And he spit, ooh, he got the coolest features

And he fly, Hand me mine

I'ma stand aside, hand up high

Four rings on, like the grill on my ride

Niggas grilling, cause they bitch wanna get inside

You got that six, she just switched to a bigger ride

The eight, relax

The L on the way, it's a bigger back

I figured that if I'ma get a driver

I would decide to

Get a little more comfort for the back

But that's beside the

Point me in direction of that money

Cause I'm hungry for it

Way before it was a chief alone

I was going for it

Mahi with the pasta, or the sword with the lobster

Had your whore eating with me like a lord