Who the Shit

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana] Pull up I'm like who the shit My Porsche truck sittin' on Butzi's Thinkin' you can fuck wit' me, man, you must be ludicrous Fall back, I do this shit, my trap house got me super rich Dominican bitch, she super thick, no goofy shit, I'm with the shit Like, who the shit? Like, who the shit? [Verse 2: Ballout] No ballin' shit Go to the mall just coppin' shit Pickin' shit, I don't really care just gettin' shit In my trap, I ain't sellin' nothin' but them chickens bitch Really just be coolin', motherfuckers say they be kickin' it Ridin' with the squad and we got Michael Pippen, bitch [Verse 3: Tadoe] Capo the Barbarian We sending shots, we bury 'em Them hoes I one night and fuck, you wife 'em up and marry 'em I slam dick all in her mouth, she callin' me Sean Merriman I ain't worried 'bout no fuckin opp, this 4-0 that I'm carryin' Squad, bitch, tweak, you get robbed, shit Swear to God, Caperboy, I'll call him, he on his job quick [Verse 4: Capo] Squad shit, GBE on that mob shit Pullin' 30's, totin' weapons And we lettin' them bitches spark, bitch Say you don't want no smoke Then why you start shit? If I catch an opp lackin', smoke his ass Comin' out that apartment [Verse 5: Gino Marley] Duffle bags full of work Catch the Marley carryin' Bury 'em, money got me buyin' shit not wearin' it Big blunts of the earth and, no, bitch, I'm not sharing it I money get, young nigga flex on bitch like Money Mitch [Verse 6: SD] Come through they like who the shit SD, he got hoover clips Come through with the biggest 40, don't make us have to do this shit I be in the back with your bitch just coolin' it Don't make us spread the word, I have the whole town movin' it Goofy bitch, when I'm on the block you know them beams lit Usually, I be with the squad just kickin' it But if you think it's macaroni, you gon' make us empty clips Common sense, we ride with the mops just takin' shit [Verse 7: Tray Savage] Cautious, cautious, these niggas best be cautious I got a couple shooters, man, they X you like a marksman Get down, bitch, 'fore I let this fifty spit Designer shit, all I rock is designer shit [Verse 8: Fredo Santana] Designer shit, designer shit Come through flexin' hard, think they need to rewind this shit Got a Rollie on my wrist, and I still don't know what time it is I be gettin' a lot of bands Treat your bitch like Simon says, she do what I tell her to Ballin' that's my usual You ain't gettin no money, you can't fit up on my schedule Flexin' like the flexers do You ain't gettin' no money, nigga, I can't stand next to you Just poured a whole six, now I'm finna pour another deuce Talkin' 'bout some money then I might just give a fuck or two And if you fuckin' with the opps then, nigga, I can't fuck with you Fredo ballin' stupid hard, nigga, that's what that money do Just bought a pint of lean, shit, I call that shit the money juice [Verse 9: Gino Marley] Trap house runnin' stupid loose Couple pints of drink so you know we need a Sprite or two Crib with a mountain view Racin' to the money so you know I ran a light or two No fighting, ain't no wrestling, ain't nobody in this bitch bulletproof Foreign whips with Forgis too, fuck her like the pussy new No bitch, you can't spend no night, I might just one hour you Trappin' is a must so I'm just winning like the winners do Cooler than a cooler with a MAC that got a cooler too [Outro: Fredo Santana] You know, squad shit, man You know how we rockin', you know how we comin', man You ain't with us, you against us, man You know, 300 shit, man, Savage Squad shit, man, GBE baby, man You know how we comin', man, Big Boss Fredo, man, bosses of all bosses You don't see me too often, flexin' on you bitches, see me flossin' that shit on me, man Leave a nigga in a coffin, bang, bang, squad Scary Site 2, man, turn up