Who Am I

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler] It's a micro in the bag, put a drum on it What's that on your wrist and my neck? It's a hundiddy Let nigga blink, if he flex, I'ma call Pippy Hit him in the back with the chop, make him call Ricky (Ron Ron, load it up, Ron Ron, load it up) My Nina Ross profilin' And she gon' love you long time Roll bounce on my neck, but I want more diamonds (Ron-Ron do that shit) I could fuck the streets up without a cosign I came in the function burnt out holdin' two letters It's a Dior shirt but my shoes better First off, I get money I'm Mohammed If he reach, I'ma shoot him in his face like Bin Laden Sticks in the car, finna strip a nigga proper He gon' do a windmill when I hit him with this chopper I ain't finna play with no kid, we ain't potty trained My young nigga jumped out the car, he forgot his brain It's enough shells here to fill up the coliseum Chopsticks, nigga, mop sticks, yeah, mama mia Shit, my shooter got his peter out We be at the club doggin' hoes you niggas dream about I'm off ten pills, but an opp, I can see him fine He broke, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', I can read his mind Nigga, what we even doin' here? I'll blow his brains out and hang it up for souvenirs These hoes too conniving Water on my neck, I just went scuba divin' Shit, and no, you can't have a ride, bitch Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch? [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Do what I say, she did Simon Sticks in the car, I'm Bin Laden (Shit) And no, you can't have a ride, bitch Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch? [Verse 2: Desto Dubb] She look at my pinky ring, the bitch start to cry I think ten thousand and then the strip just start to die He could be the good guy, I'd rather be the bad guy Only nigga up in court with a Balenciaga tie Pinocchio, bitch, my bag grow when I lie I got thousand dollar lines, nigga, and I ain't lie I'm just tryna get the top, you can keep the apple pie I'm a big goat, nigga, you is just a small fry Never been a smart guy, always been a tough guy I was flyin' first class, she was doin' standby I got two chains on, but they cost 'bout five I'm in a seven-series Beamer when a nigga drive by [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Do what I say, she did Simon Sticks in the car, I'm Bin Laden (Shit) And no, you can't have a ride, bitch Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch? [Verse 3: Rich The Kid] I tell her bye, bitch (What?) I got a Patek on my left, the right a Rollie wrist These niggas broker than a bitch, I gotta pop shit I bought her Burger King, I think she wanted Ruth Chris Strong money, boy, your check like a toothpick You ain't real, got a pocket full of counterfeit My bitches, they nasty, Bottega, she classy Heard she got her own bag, she don't even ask me (Rich) [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Do what I say, she did Simon Sticks in the car, I'm Bin Laden (Shit) And no, you can't have a ride, bitch Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch? Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch?