WHO & WHAT Lyrics

Ma Dukes was doin' the most, trynna' do so much for the family

Keep that Glock on quickdraw, at all times it'll come in handy

Her dukes on the southside, shawty dial her number and comeback as Patrice

New to the music shit, I ain't know you had to be out here trynna' cop a lease

You know I'm a sergeant like Keef, head of this shit like I'm the commander

Wolves in that snow, handlin' that business like the kin of Deon Sanders

Pretty bitch love when she see me, excitement like I'm a fan of her

Hop over that dead body, like I'm over that fish in the puddle

Can't you tell I be workin hard, always got cuts all on my knuckles

Eating Ruffles? Not my type of chip, but I hoped shawty would be a lay

Wanted to be on the headline or that talk show, sittin' intelligently like Mase

Michael Myers, got the mask on or the jumpsuit, I am the shape

Knowin' damn well you can't even hide, behind that gate

Shawty shit peelin, decayin' ass lace

City of Atlanta always got some yellow tape

Free the Blue M&M, we ain't at no Steak n' Shake, trynn' run

Onlyfans money got you tweakin' for it, but it ain't payin' no bills

Not fuckin' with no dogs I'm a falcon, Mike Vick in that field

At the house young as hell trynn' watch TV, but seen some domestic violence

Getch'u a real business partner, both y'all can be out here obtainin' knowledge

Mod it? Yeah with them killas cause you got beef, they not playin' fair

Some folks really be stalkers, look at Facebook fam photos I swear

A joker for real, you get silly I'll fuck around and pull the chair

Shadows and dark interior, gotta bat for when you rang, welcome to my lair

Arkham City shit, expensive bottles sent to yo' section that's my typa' blitz

All types, even Hershey kiss, shawty don't do it if you bad yo' period gon' be missed

They slid through, yo' shawty lay low, somebody gon' get stitched

(Somebody gon' get stitched)

OPE the family, not makin' breakage

Trimmy shit I play coo' these shots you can't take bitch

Harold's Chicken and Ice Bar, that shit really a gem

Back of the car, backed up, dumb moves make people lose they limbs

Big crow, poppin' on that and goin' however far to get that message

Crazy you double backed to flatten the body with that car and sever neck bridge

Not playin' 'bout my Empire defense, call a play like I'm Tom Thibs

Nephew done grew up for real, five years pass by he done grew out that baby bib

Stephen A. Smith be speakin' from his heart, you said he got that work ethic

She eat it up after some drinks, gah damn, was you really fed bit?

Block on the end of that blick line it up & it ah' end up like Tetris

Five on that with yo' starship, fight ya' with a rocket or with the fists