Who Are You?

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh (Yeah) Uh-huh (Okay) Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is, man Y'all know exactly what this is (Come on, man) For real [Verse] My lil' cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati Everybody in them Wraiths, I'm tryna cop Bugatti's Lost my Sky Dweller, yeah, but ain't nobody rob me We'll come shoot up the party, ain't no Lodi Dodi I got niggas calling my phone from the federales Told me niggas breaking bad, ain't sent him twenty dollars I remember breaking bread with like twenty heads Imagine me behind them walls for like twenty years Feeling like I'm dead, I couldn't even make my bed I ain't have no spread Project still ten toes, bitch, and only got one leg Niggas only had one life to live, never got no bread Can't think back on his decisions now, he ain't got no head Niggas don't really be clapping that lead Yeah, really be scared My niggas gon' hop out killing instead Make sure you cover them dreads You in the streets better cover your tracks You can't talk to that ho when you going to bed Wonder how you end up shot in the back Same way she was for you, that ho going again Next thing you know that ho going again Yeah, gone with the wind Bitches don't know when I'm calling again Next week I'm all in her friend .40 Glock all in my drawers again To walk through the mall again I made fifty songs, had to ball again Bitch, go leak 'em all again I'm making songs like Future, I got a future And I be up with the roosters Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using That's why I'm dolo as usual And that's why I tote my own pole with the shooters I can't be in this shit snoozing If a nigga ain't shooting, he ducking or running And I can't be in this shit choosing I remember I used to just play with a hundred Then graduated to twos I remember I used to just bag up the onions Then graduated to moving And really, my life is a movie Real diamonds and gold in my jewelry If you think you'll make it, nigga, come take it It do not matter, got Uzi's Told my jeweler to make it, eighty point bracelet Now ain't no wonder she naked Told lil' bro to get closer, knock off his face 'Cause we don't get niggas mistaken Yeah, we frying niggas like bacon, uh-huh We finding niggas like Taken I'm from 079 I'm dropping 5's And I'm still slamming the rakes in Still gripping four nickels and S550's This what I'ma slide on the jakes in, ayy They can't catch me 'cause them squad cars basic Me and foenem up in our cars racing Ain't no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily And we ain't Instagraming shit, ain't no HaHa Davis I got the gun with the light and the laser I live my life and the light is amazing I used to lean on a lot of the lazy I would just lay back literally letting her lick me She did it long like my lady I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura I'll get with her later, yeah But I know I'm gon' get this to this paper Yeah, I gotta get to the guap If I don't I'ma get on a caper Soon as I used to get on the block Police tryna give a nigga the vapors Why they thinkin I'm gettin niggas knocked off I'm somewhere way out here in Jamaica Now I'm gettin a nigga knocked right off the map 'Cause my paper major Everyday of my life I talk to Cap He said don't go to no major So I ain't go to no major Still get major paper Ain't got no advance, been hit a hundred bands I been fucking hoes that had another man Sixties, fifties on the weekend, that was running in We still counting rolls, traveling for shows, thirty for bowls Twenty and thirty a show Ain't' fucking no dirty hoes No, I ain't broke no more My mama don't live in the hood no more I ain't in the hood no more I barely pop out in the hood no more And it ain't even worth it no more Nah, I ain't working no more I ain't tryna blow thirties no more You can't see me in person no more I ain't just Lil Herbie no moreI ain't just Lil Herbie no more A lot, yeah Of shit ain't worth it no more Can't see me in person no more Nah, I ain't working no more Them lil' disses ain't working no more You lil' niggas ain't worth it no more, ayy [Outro] G Herbo I'm back on my old shit, man You know— you know I'm still on some new shit You know I'm bossed up, embracing all my power But I'm back on my old shit, man, I don't give a fuck 'Bout none of that shit niggas talkin' bout, we still on gangster shit We still seeing niggas in public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas Hitting niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas All that gangster shit, with all this ice on, man All these VV's on, Rollies on, all that nigga We got thirties on us, Glocks, FN's, all that shit, you know? Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hells on you fuck niggas This part five right here, in case you didn't know You know what I'm saying? Free all my niggas R.I.P. my niggas, man, I'm in the stu' right now Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, Top in here You know, brazy, Big B's, you know, G-Squeak in this bitch, uh-huh, for real And we got more guns than us For real, for real, for real, for real, for real Them bitches ain't never touching Instagram Nothing, none of that, never seeing Instagram Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas doing 'Cause we out here for real